Liz Nadia's

Home Assistant

The air this morning was pretty cool. Clouds like cotton fill the blue space in space. The sun was already faithful to its task, highlighting anything under its heat. The wind chirping into an obedient lady-in-waiting gives coolness, to all the story carvers on this drama-filled stage.

A cup of warm latte perched sweetly between a man's right fingers. Knee-length white kimono with a belt that is not fastened tightly, featuring a muscular chest of his field.

Typical of waking up, her fringe hair still seemed disheveled. He stood casually staring at the soothing morning veranda from the window frame of his gaping room.

A pair of arms suddenly crept up, coiling to lock the man's body from behind. Following the smooth cheeks that are affixed sideways on his favorite stocky back.

"Why not wake me up?" asked the woman in the short satin nightgown without the outer, in a raucous voice. His curves were clearly visible, accentuating every intimate part of him.

"I intentionally. You look so exhausted." The man replied after taking a soft sip of his warm drink.

Plain lips without lipstick are pursed. His eyes were still heavy to open. "How can I not be exhausted. You did it all night."

"But you enjoyed it." The man turned around after putting his cup in the window frame. Raising both hands then gently nudging the children dangling hair blocking the beautiful face in front of him. "I like your hip. I love your sigh." Her sweet smile was enchanting. "It's so sexy."

The woman pulled lips in response to the erotic sentence of her lover who was always handsome unknown at that time. "really?"

"You've already felt how I can't help myself when you're with you like this."

Still putting on her smile, the two women's hands with a height of 168 centimeters had turned circular on the man's neck. "Then I'm the same. Can't help it when your manhood reacts near me."

For a woman lover like ... call her Zack ... Zack Shangra, such a sentence is a pleasure. Especially if it has peeled off into a sigh and groan that became a melodious backsound dance maleness. He felt it was not wrong to choose the woman as a partner, as well as a field of biological needs. Exciting, as soon as Zack Shangra and his manhood judge.

Shasi Maretha, a fashion magazine model who is quite famous in his world. Only six months ago the woman with shoulder hair knew Zack Shangra, through a fashion show event at a mall at the beginning. Whether what kind of charisma is absorbed in the man, to make Shasi Martha quite can be said 'crazy' by his charm. For most of his life, he left it to the man without a care.

"We took a shower together."

The three words were welcomed by Shasi Mareth. He nodded without hesitation with a smile that adorned his lips. "I don't want to miss that" he said, peeping at the stud's lips.

Without saying a word, Zack Shangra immediately lifted the almost naked body onto his sling like Zorro. "We continue until you can't get up."

"And I'll always wake up until your legs are weakly shaking."

"Haha." Zack Shangra chuckled. "I'll make sure you get that weird dress by noon."

"really?" Shasi Mareth asked in disbelief. "You gonna buy it for me?!"

The bathroom door was closed. Swallowing those two lovebirds in it, after Zack Shangra kicked him quite forcefully.

"certain. After you raise your sigh to a hundred octaves."

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The sound of the baritone almost made a fist of heart slip out of place.

Turning her body to face, the 51-year-old feared she would say, "Ti-no, sir. I just want to call Young Master for breakfast."

"He's awake, and you hear that! Then why are you just staring at that door from earlier?" The old man with an age almost equivalent to him was squinting. "You're old enough to eavesdrop on young people like them!"

The woman in the uniform of Upik Abu shook her head quickly. "No, it's not like that, sir. Sa-me .. I was just afraid to disturb him. So I just quietly waited until Young Master finished speaking." His head was back down. His palms were squeezing each other in fear.

"They won't stop until your moving finger knocks on that door. Next time, act like you should. Don't act like a stalker!" said the man was stoned. "Go back to your place. Let the boys do as they please." Then it passed with its snob steps as usual.

The back that was still wrapped in pajamas owned by his employer, his gaze was gloomy. "You have destroyed Mr. Diraga" he murmured bitterly. Her tears had even fallen to the floor. "Destroying my son." He looked back at the door of the room that was still closed, grievous.

The lustful moaning sounds from within began to again disturb the woman's hearing. He covered his ears with both palms. I can't even do anything to wake her up.

Then walk quickly away from the place immediately.

"Morning, Pap." Zack Shangra already looks neat, with a white t-shirt in it, combined slim fit jeans dongker that increasingly menyembarkan charisma. Her hair was combed by a clilmis, neatly arranged to the back. He sits next to Diraga Madewa, the man he always calls 'papa'.

"At first, Om." Followed by Shasi Maratha who has been perfect with her sexual appearance as usual. An empty chair next to his beloved is chosen.

"Morning, Zack, Shasi." A mouthful of bread crammed Diraga Madewa into his mouth. "Muana, make warm milk for Shasi" he told the old lady of the House of Staircase Assistant.

"Okay, sir," said the name's owner. All the glasses were filled with water. Before he passed, he took a glance at Zack Shangra who was busy chewing on the peanut-soy bread, at a glance. There was always a tremendous pounding inside his chest often close to the young man. Obviously, and it will always be like that.

His gaze was realized by Diraga Madewa. And it's not just this time. One swish of suspicion returned to worship in the man's mind. Who is that woman really?

Muana has only been working in the house as a Household Assistant for three months. Initially, Diraga Madewa refused, because the age of Muana was not convincing enough to do all the work in his house is quite spacious and large. Plus his disbelief in others, difficult to overcome, after some people previously acted as thieves in the house, which then ended up losing their lives in his hands.

The only trusted aide who also acts as his lustful gratifier, the, tragically died four months ago after eating three grapes arranged in a fruit basket on the dining table as a treat for the guests of Diraga himself.

And Muana, the old woman insisted and continued to beg, also promised to prove her ability in work.

The seven days of time that Diraga Madewa gave to Muana proved his point. And it worked. His dexterous hands were enough to make the man feel satisfied. Also his honesty, adding a plus point in the view of Diraga Madewa. But increasingly, the movements of Muana increasingly felt suspicious, and it was only seen when Zack Shangra was at home.

What does that woman have to do with Zack Shangra?

With both palms propped up under his chin, Diraga Madewa stared at the empty corridor that Muana's body had just passed through that was walking towards the kitchen, as if thinking.

I have to find out, he said.