Chapter 7

By 9.30am that morning, Subhash Thakur had finished his breakfast prepared by his sex slave Shanta bai. Subhash had explicitly announced that he would be fucking his servant Rajpal’s bride-to-be Champa, perhaps even later that day when she & her parents would be coming over to his mansion to obtain his blessings on the marriage and fix the date for the nuptials.

Part of the Thakur’s routine was to be treated to a deep tissue oil massage 2-3 times a week. Usually either Shanta bai or Sushila bai (sometimes both) would willingly oblige their master. Since Sushila had only gone back to her house in the village this morning, it would be Shanta’s turn today.

Thakur: “Mangesh aur Rajpal, aaj hum maalish bahar bageechay mein karwayenge. Wahan intezaam karo abhi” (Mangesh & Rajpal, today I will get my massage in the garden. Make arrangements there)

Mangesh had been helping clean up the dining table and his son Rajpal had started sweeping the floor of the house when Thakur made this announcement.

Mangesh acknowledged his master’s instructions immediately and walked swiftly to his master’s bedroom, emerging a minute later with a large yoga mat, a bottle of massage oil and two large plush towels. He took them into the garden and arranged them so that the mat was on the grass, covered by one of the towels and the bottle of oil and the other towel were kept on a table nearby.

Thakur: “Abay kuttiya Shanta bai, meri maalish ka waqt hai. Kidhar hai haramzadi raand tu” (You bitch Shanta, it is time for my massage. Where are you my fucking whore?)

Shanta came running out of the kitchen where she had been eating her breakfast. After the exertions of the previous night and this morning she had been famished. She had slept well in her master’s arms with her sister sharing her bliss and was thankful for the high protein snack her master’s cock had provided her this morning. She was smiling as she remembered how she & her sister had pleasured their master in his bed when she heard him call out to her.

Shanta: “Ji Thakur, mein aayi” (Yes Master, I am coming”)

Before she ran out of the kitchen, she unwound the thin sari that she had been wearing. Shanta bai was stark naked as she arrived in front of her master in the living room. That was the norm in the Thakur household - the maids were to be fully naked when massaging their master, since the master was fully naked as well. Her long hair was tied up in a messy bun but she dared not open it. That was her master’s privilege only.

Subhash thakur smiled lustily as his full bodied maid Shanta came out into view. Her naked body was adorned with a mangalsutra around her neck, a few bangles and the silver kamarbandh that he had gifted her the previous year on Diwali. Her ample tits were bouncing as she came towards him. He was pleased to see that she had left her hair tied up in an untidy bun which he relished pulling open every chance he got. The Thakur himself had discarded all his clothing and his 10 inch cock immediately started hardening as his woman came close to him.