She asked me to come to her house. As we went inside, I saw her son playing with toys and the caretaker. She spoke something with the caretaker and sh... took the kid outside to play in the garden. She then went to the kitchen and got water for me. She asked me to relax and be comfortable on the sofa.She later broke the silence by saying, “Raj, why should I hire a gigolo when I have you, my friend.” I was a little confused that if she is asking me for a friend with benefits relationship or asking. Theyhad me seated at one end of the long dining table in a make shift highchair. They had added another humiliation as they had another sororitypledge (dressed as a nurse) attending my feeding. My hands were bound tothe arms of the chair and I was spoon fed my entire dinner by her. To makematters worse all of my food had been run through a blender and my waterwas in a baby bottle. Again Sam had the dammed video camera on hand torecord my shame.Once dinner was over my 'pacifier' was tied into my. He thanked me for agreeing to act as waitress for the night, telling me that I looked stunning in the outfit.I gave him a little twirl and at the same time several guys who were watching also had a good feast of me in the uniform as I did so. It was black in color, unsurprisingly, with a white frill around the skirt part. This was so short that when I bent over or walked, it rode up to show my ass and the sheer black knickers I was wearing. All of my stocking clad legs displayed the skirt being. With the directions that had been given to me, I did my best to navigate to Mrs Patel’s house. There were a few times where I stopped by the roadside to ask pedestrians the way to her house. After several wrong turns and U-turns, I finally managed to reach Mrs Patel’s house. Its a corner lot, double storey terrace house with a swimming pool on the side. The house was beautifully decorated with outdoor plants with neatly trimmed grass and water fountains along the plains. I admired the beauty of.