Leanne Blanche smiled to herself as her worker Miss Baatile Adewale brought her breakfast in bed. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something Black woman from the Zulu tribe of South Africa looked positively fetching in a Black T-shirt and Blue jeans. The slender blonde-haired woman greeted her worker with a smile and nod. She looked at what Miss Baatile had prepared for her. A delicious-looking omelette, along with buttered bread and orange juice. Leanne thanked Baatile for breakfast, and licked her lips as the tall Black woman turned to leave. All of a sudden Leanne was hungry, and not just for food. The twenty-something White lady wanted something else.
Leanne stood and rapidly closed the gap between Baatile and herself. She put her arms around Baatile and gently kissed her on the cheek. Baatile froze when Leanne began kissing her and caressing her big Black butt. The Zulu woman sighed. She knew this was coming. Leanne Blanche was a wealthy newcomer to the Republic of South Africa. And she hailed from the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Somewhere in the Confederation of Canada. Three years ago she bought the mansion in the suburb of Johannesburg, and staffed it with eleven Black women. The French-Canadian businesswoman paid her Black female workers handsomely. Nine hundred and seventy Rand a day, which was definitely considered generous.
And all that Leanne Blanche asked was that the women keep the house clean, and prepared her meals. The servants were even provided with generous servants quarters, which contained king-sized beds, refrigerators, full kitchens, and functioning washrooms. The women were only expected to work eight hours a day, and she was always polite and respectful towards them. Leanne even paid for their transportation, giving each woman an extra two hundred Rand a month for the bus system of Johannesburg. The ladies were given two days off a week, and those were paid days off. Such working conditions were unheard of in the City of Johannesburg. The most modern town in the Republic of South Africa.
When Baatile heard about this friendly and generous White lady living in Johannesburg and offering gainful employment to impoverished Black women, she was skeptic. A lifetime of living with South Africa's White people rendered Baatile distrustful of the breed. Yet there was something about this tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed French-Canadian lady whose house was filled with pictures of famous Black people ranging from Michael Jackson to Usher and Janet Jackson, U.S. President Barack Obama, NBA superstar Kobe Bryant and Oprah Winfrey herself. Leanne didn't seem to associate with other White people. The only guests she ever received were wealthy members of the Black middle-class of South Africa. Baatile found herself puzzled by that.
When she started working at the mansion, Baatile Adewale noticed that the other ten Black women working there were good-looking and fit. They ranged in ages from twenty to forty, but none were older than that. Looking at the generous servants quarters which contained flat TV screens and dozens of U.S. movie titles on DVD, Baatile found such working conditions tolerable. Leanne insisted that all her workers address her as Leanne, but she called them Miss. Always. And her tone was always friendly and respectful, never angry or annoyed. Baatile found herself surprised to be referred to as Miss Baatile or Miss Adewale. The White lady from Canada never called her by her first name, which she found strange.
A month went by. Miss Baatile didn't find the work difficult. Just cooking and cleaning, and she collected a fat paycheck at the end of the work week. She had two paid days off every week. Life was good while working for Leanne, the strange French-Canadian woman. Then Baatile began noticing something strange. One day she found Dikeledi Lehsoto, the chubby, dreadlocked, twenty-something Black gal from the City of Soweto, in bed with Leanne Blanche. The blonde-haired White lady lay there, moaning in pleasure as Dikeledi licked her pussy. Miss Baatile stared at the two women as they did their thing. Neither of them had seen her. The tall Zulu woman watched, fascinated in spite of herself. Dikeledi was licking the White woman's pussy with gusto. Soon Leanne was returning the favour, spreading Dikeledi's plump thighs and licking the young Black woman's pussy. Dikeledi squealed in pleasure as Leanne Blanche licked and fingered her hairy Black pussy like there was no tomorrow.
