14-03-2019, 11:06 AM
"I am very sorry, bua." I said. "I will not go through my maid servants' panties."
"You are a disgrace, baba." Rashida scoffed. "Get up!"
I remained standing by her left side, tearful, squirming, and itching to rub my burning bottom.
"What do you say to me?" Rashida crossed her arms across her chest and asked.
"I am very sorry, bua. I will not go through your panties. You try very hard to correct me and train me in proper behavior, and from time to time I slip up and cause you embarrassment and pain. I am very sorry for that, bua."
Rashida remained seated and looked up at me.
"I punish you because I love you, baba. I care about you."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida raised a finger and tapped her left cheek.
"Kiss me."
"Yes, bua."
This time, keeping my hands behind my back, gently resting on my sore buttocks, I leaned in and planted a kiss on my maid servant's fleshy cheek.
Rashida let her hand linger on my tummy. Then, slowly, her hand went down to my genitals. She cupped my balls softly and kneaded them, before her hand wrapped itself round my rock hard penis and slowly started to stroke me.
There were no words exchanged; there wasn't any need for so. Slowly, the frequency of the strokes increased.
"Oh, bua!" I gushed out, unable to control myself any longer. My cock twitched, and my sperm spurted out. It was a torrent of cum, and I ejaculated all over her hands, legs and the floor.
Rashida finally stopped stroking me when my penis went completely flaccid.
"Wear your clothes and go to your room, Tarek." Rashida told me. "I will see you in the morning."
"Yes, bua." I replied. I was all drained out.
"And, oh, Tarek?" Rashida glanced at the corner of the floor where a pink panty lay amidst her sari. "Take that panty with you. You can keep that."
"Thank you, thank you! I love you, bua."
As I said, I loved the feeling of Mondays and Thursdays. I couldn't wait for Thursday!
"You are a disgrace, baba." Rashida scoffed. "Get up!"
I remained standing by her left side, tearful, squirming, and itching to rub my burning bottom.
"What do you say to me?" Rashida crossed her arms across her chest and asked.
"I am very sorry, bua. I will not go through your panties. You try very hard to correct me and train me in proper behavior, and from time to time I slip up and cause you embarrassment and pain. I am very sorry for that, bua."
Rashida remained seated and looked up at me.
"I punish you because I love you, baba. I care about you."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida raised a finger and tapped her left cheek.
"Kiss me."
"Yes, bua."
This time, keeping my hands behind my back, gently resting on my sore buttocks, I leaned in and planted a kiss on my maid servant's fleshy cheek.
Rashida let her hand linger on my tummy. Then, slowly, her hand went down to my genitals. She cupped my balls softly and kneaded them, before her hand wrapped itself round my rock hard penis and slowly started to stroke me.
There were no words exchanged; there wasn't any need for so. Slowly, the frequency of the strokes increased.
"Oh, bua!" I gushed out, unable to control myself any longer. My cock twitched, and my sperm spurted out. It was a torrent of cum, and I ejaculated all over her hands, legs and the floor.
Rashida finally stopped stroking me when my penis went completely flaccid.
"Wear your clothes and go to your room, Tarek." Rashida told me. "I will see you in the morning."
"Yes, bua." I replied. I was all drained out.
"And, oh, Tarek?" Rashida glanced at the corner of the floor where a pink panty lay amidst her sari. "Take that panty with you. You can keep that."
"Thank you, thank you! I love you, bua."
As I said, I loved the feeling of Mondays and Thursdays. I couldn't wait for Thursday!
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