Chapter 2: The Destined Meeting
I drive lazily in the early sunny afternoon, thinking about the photo of Monee sent to me by my agent. After thorough background check, I have selected Monee to be my live in housekeeper, at least that's all Monee knows, and unknown to her, I have a plan for her, one that will keep her in my grasp for all I want.
Right after Monee board the plane, the agent, under my order, visited her parents in law, and presented to them 3 million rupees, in return for them to sign a contract that legally sell her to me as my servant into my household, after they disowned Monee from their family then they take the 3 million rupee to a life of luxurious retirement.
In the English and Hindi written contract, it clearly stated that she is disowned from the family, and officially with the consent of her parents in law, she is to enter my household and become obedient to all my orders as if I am her new husband, and at the end of the contract are the signatures of her parents in law.
I grinned and thinking how Monee would feel when I finally show her the contract, slowly I drag myself out of the thought and concentrated on driving. After 40 minutes on the freeway, I arrived at the air port, parked my silver BMW in the lot, I walk into the busy lobby of the airport.
Dressed in a silk white blouse with black pants, my hair trimmed short but stylish, I wear an expensive gold silvery watch on my left wrist and a crocodile leather belt around my waist, in addition I wear a silver framed sunglasses as well.
After take a look at the electronic board and know that her flight landed 2 hours ago. I begin to search the lobby, with a photo of Monee in my hand. Finally, I find Monee sitting alone, dressed in sari and full Indian tradition attire and jewelries. I licked my lips, walking over to her.
I looked down at her, and said softly, "excuse me, is your name Monee"
Startled, Monee look up, and in her heavily accented English Monee stammered, "Yes sir, I am Monee."
I smiled, "Well Monee, I am Steve, the one who hired you for the job as my live in house keeper; it is good to meet you." I extended my hand to shake hers. When Monee hear that I am Mr. Steve, her employer, Monee gasped, for I look indeed very young compared to her.
She hastily stand up, and nervously shake my hand, "Good to meet you sir, I will keep good house for you."
I smiled, sensing that Monee are exactly the kind of woman I wanted. I said softly to Monee that we should get going and get Monee familiar with my house. Monee followed me to the lot and awed that I drive a BMW, the car that she only dreamed and heard of, but never think in her lifetime she will be sitting in one.
I ushered her in and drive toward my house. While I drive, I asked her many questions and she stammered to answer them in her broken English. Finally I pulled over on my drive way and Monee looked at my 2 stories house with admiration, I am so young and yet my wealth surpass the whole village combine where she came from. I lead her into the house, and she looked around, in awe and envy.
The house is brightly lit by many windows, the tapestry and silk curtains delicate. The floor is covered with creamy white soft carpets that when Monee steps onto it, it will sink to the back of her feet. Soft sofas and antique wooden tables decorated the living room and family room.
The kitchen is beautiful, and fully equipped with microwave, stove, fridge, oven and many other appliances that Monee only dreamed of having but is now becoming a reality that she will use them everyday to prepare my meals.
I lead her up the wooden stairways, there are 3 rooms on the second floor, I lead Monee to the last one down the hall, open it and said, "This is the room prepared for you, and you better get settled in, you must be exhausted after the long flight."
Monee gasped loudly, her room is as big as the small hut she used to live in, 2 windows looking into the backyard garden. A big bed sits against the wall, and on it silken smooth white blankets with soft pillows of the same color. Two small bedside drawers stand next to the bed, an antique alarm clock and a small lamp sit on one of the drawers.
Opposite to the bed, she has a small TV stand, on it sits a TV and on top of the TV sits a small VCR, and her eyes were wide with surprise. There is small but fully equipped bathroom for her private use. A table and chair sits next to one of the windows and looking out to the garden as well, a lamp sits on the table as well. The walls are painted with soft violet, making it look delicate and royal like a palace.
Monee turned nervously to me, "Is this really all for me sir" Monee asked, uncertainly, this surpass all she has ever dreamed of.
I smiled, "Yes, this room is for your use, you should get settled in, after you have showered and refreshed, I will tell you of your duties to me in this house."
Exhausted with the long flight, Monee thanked me for my great generosity and kindness. I walk out the room and close the door, going back to my room and turn on the secret monitoring cameras that I placed through out every room in the house.
I turn on the main monitor and at once it showed her room. I grinned, watching the monitor, seeing Monee turns on the TV, and watch it a bit. Then she begin to take off her sari, revealing to me her huge soft tits, tipped with large swollen dark nipples, slowly as Monee gets naked, I get a good view of her hairy cunt. Her crotch is covered with a thick jungle of curly pubic hair, and the shape of her very fat labia can be seen even through the dense forest of her pussy hair.
I swallowed as I feel my cock harden.
