Domesticated

You woke up before dawn. You wore panties now, only panties, in bed. You wore an abaya and a hijab. You went into he kitchen, and started Abdul's breakfast. Carrie had given you hand-me-down panties, and had gone shopping with you for the other gear. Luckily you were built as a woman.

You brought Abdul's breakfast in bed, setting up the tray of fruit in front of him. Your breakfast was protein based, as you settled down between his thighs, kissing his cock good morning. It twitched heavily, as you leaned down to suck his heavy nutsack. He grunted as he awoke to see his meal already prepared.

"Good," he said simply. He let his thighs splay open, and you took him up on the invitation, lapping his thighs and asshole before leaning up to start greedily sucking his cock. Eventually you felt a large, calloused hand tousled into your hair, pushing you up and down his cock. You moaned, your small pink cock already spurting into your panties. You had to change them frequently.

After a half hour, he blessed you with his cum. You lay in the bed for ten minutes, then got up to clean and prepare yourself for another day as Carrie's secretary.