I walk down the stairways, feeling recharged and energetic. I smiled deviously and said hello to Monee when I see her rushing out her room and down the stairs to meet with me. Her dark dusky colored face blushed when she saw me smile at her, and she lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed of what she did when I was asleep.
I said, "Did you find your room comfortable Monee. I hope you find the room to your likings."
She thanked me in her broken, heavily accented English that everything is well. We walk down the stairs chatting, and walking all the way into the kitchen. I told Monee that I am quite open with exotic foods, and that she should try to cook me some of the dishes that she is familiar with first so I can sample them and make a decision later.
She readily agreed and begins to prepare the ingredients that are available for cooking. I watched her plump hips jiggle as she worked busily like a worker bee around the kitchen counter, swallowing hard, knowing from the camera that right now she is standing before me, without a petticoat and naked underneath her sari.
Then I noticed there is a very heavily salty sweet musky scent around her body that fill the house, I asked, knowing her cunt flooded and made her sari all wet and damp, "Monee, do you smell something odd. There is something musky in the air, is that some special oil or perfume you brought from India."
Caught off guard, her face burned like fire as she stammered, "Ye, Yesss, it is a local, local scented oil I use from my village."
"Oh. Really, I like it quiet well, use it more often," I spoke and laughing loudly to myself as I see her skin seemingly flush and burn red as I know she was very embarrassed.
Monee thought, "Oh Gods help me, Mr. Steve, he, he wants me to use my, my cunt juice more often, but how can I, I do this. Oh, Gods help me."
Luckily I did not insist on the topic and went back to my own thoughts which she was truly grateful of. She opened the fridge and found a small pack of sweetened curry lying on the shelf, boneless chicken legs in a neat plastic container, potato, carrots and other vegetables filled the large drawer in the bottom. There is also a small pack of rice as well.
Familiar with household chores, Monee feels more comfortable as she begins to wash rice, slicing potatoes, chopping fresh vegetables into manageable pieces, but she was ever aware that her pussy, aroused, persistently dripping juice down her thighs and wetting her sari to fill the room with that musky fragrance.
She proceeds to cook for me a good meal of rice with curry chicken and vegetables, along with a pot of hot vegetable soup. At 7:00pm the sun finally went down the horizon completely and the house was lit with bright yet soft lights, Monee places a large plate of rice covered with curry chicken and vegetables, and the big bowl of soup sits next to it.
I inhale the aroma, and smiling at her, "It smells really good Monee, sit down and dine with me," I said softly.
Monee was surprised, she had often heard from neighbors who had worked as servants that they do not eat with their employers, and now here I am, inviting her to eat with me. She smiled nervously and sits next to me.
The meal was delicious and I complimented Monee on her culinary skills, she smiled happily. Over the course of the dinner, I always keep on looking at her huge tits encased in her blouse, and make a point that she notices it.
Monee on the other hand, blushes at the attention I gave her as she ate her meal in silence, and hoping that she can return to the safety of her room so she can dry her sari and make a good impression on me.
After dinner, Monee cleaned up the dishes and tidying up the house, then she asked leave to return to her room, which I readily agreed, and said that I will retire to my own room as well. Once Monee returns to her room, she threw herself on her bed and cried out, cursing herself on her carelessness and her unfaithful bodily lust.
