Saleem hadn’t noticed yet. He was too busy trying to pull Nadia toward the exit.
"Is he bothering you, Nadia?" I asked calmly as I walked up to them, my voice carrying clear authority.
"Sir..." she started, but couldn’t finish her sentence.
Saleem imdiately turned toward , his face twisted with a mix of fear and anger. Even though he tried to act tough, he couldn’t bring himself to look in the eyes.
He still rembered everything, how thoroughly I had fucked and claid both his wife and his daughter right in front of him.
"Hey, this is none of your business," Saleem said, trying to sound forceful. "Leave my wife and daughter alone."
I stepped closer, towering over him. Without hesitation, I grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand and pulled him toward .
"Leave her hand," I ordered coldly.
Saleem’s bravado crumbled instantly. The pathetic, weak man let go of Nadia’s wrist the mont I got close. He couldn’t refuse . His hands dropped to his sides as he stood there trembling, completely overpowered by my presence.
"Please..." he begged, his voice shaking. "This is a matter between husband and wife. Just let us go..."
I kept my grip firm on his collar, staring down at him with clear dominance. Nadia stood beside us, silent, her cheeks flushed as she watched handle her husband so easily.
The contrast was stark, the man who was supposed to protect her was now powerless, while the man who had claid both her and her daughter stood tall and in complete control.
I turned my gaze to Nadia. Even this early in the morning, she looked incredibly tempting in her tight maid uniform. The black and white outfit hugged her thick thighs and wide, fertile hips perfectly, accentuating every curve of her mature body. My eyes darkened with lust as I drank in the sight of her.
I finally released Saleem’s collar, letting the pathetic man stumble back slightly. With a small gesture of my hand, I motioned for Nadia to co closer. Without hesitation, she obeyed, stepping toward like an obedient pet.
The mont she was within reach, I placed my hand on her wide hip, squeezing the soft, plush flesh possessively. My fingers caressed her curves slowly, openly feeling her up right in front of her husband.
"She might be your wife, Saleem," I said calmly, my voice dripping with dominance as I looked straight at him, "but she is mine to do whatever I want with."
Saleem’s face twisted in agony. "No, Sir... please..." he begged weakly, his voice cracking. "She’s my wife..."
I ignored him completely. My hand slid lower, boldly squeezing Nadia’s plump ass through her uniform, pulling her closer against my body.
"Nadia," I continued, my tone casual but commanding, "you know I live alone in my apartnt. I don’t have ti to do laundry or clean up. I have so many clothes that need washing... Would you like to co with and help out?"
As I spoke, I gave her round ass a firm, possessive squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Nadia’s cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lip, clearly aroused by my touch and my words. Without even glancing at her husband, she answered in a soft, needy voice.
"Yes, Sir... I would love to co with you."
Saleem looked like he had been slapped. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he watched his wife willingly agree to leave with the man who had already claid both her and their daughter.
"But you know," I continued, my voice calm and cruel as I looked straight at Saleem, "so of my underwear have big cum stains on them. They don’t co out with just water. I want you to lick them clean thoroughly with your tongue, Nadia. Every single drop."
I made sure Saleem heard every word clearly. I wanted him to understand exactly how obedient his wife had beco for .
Nadia’s cheeks burned with sha, but there was no hesitation in her voice. She had completely surrendered.
"Yes, Sir," she said softly, her tone full of submission. "I would help you in any way you want."
Nadia was completely mine, my obedient slut. If I told her to drink my piss, she would get on her knees without hesitation, open her mouth, and swallow every drop while looking up at with those submissive eyes.
Saleem looked like he was going to be sick. His face was pale, his fists clenched at his sides, but he couldn’t do anything except watch as his wife willingly degraded herself in front of him.
I gave Nadia’s plump ass one final possessive squeeze before turning my attention back to her husband’s broken expression.
"Great," I said casually. "Where is Amira? I think I’ll need her help too."
Nadia answered imdiately, still pressed against my side.
"Amira has gone grocery shopping with Lady Emilia, Sir."
"Well, I could take her later," I said, my voice dropping lower as fresh arousal surged through . My eyes road over Nadia’s body in that tight maid uniform, her thick thighs and heavy breasts straining against the fabric. "But right now... I want you."
Nadia’s cheeks flushed instantly. She bit her lower lip, clearly getting aroused as well. Her nipples visibly hardened under her uniform as she looked up at with submissive, needy eyes.
"Yes, Sir..." she whispered breathlessly. "Shall we leave?"
I nodded, placing a possessive hand on her wide hip and pulling her closer to my side.
"Yes. Say goodbye to your husband."
Nadia turned slightly toward Saleem, who was still standing there frozen, his face pale and shattered. She didn’t look guilty or ashad anymore, there was only quiet acceptance in her eyes.
"Goodbye," she said softly to him, almost chanically.
Saleem’s lips trembled. He looked like he wanted to say sothing, to beg, to stop her, but no words ca out. He could only watch helplessly as I walked away with his wife, my hand resting possessively on her plump ass, squeezing it openly as we moved down the corridor together.
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