I can be patient

As much as I'd like to walk in on Riya and catch her with her juices dripping all over her fingers, I decide to be patient. Instead of an overbearing approach, I back away quietly with an idea that is almost as appealing. Instead of going to bed or watching more depressing news, I do a little on-line shopping on my laptop. It doesn't take very long to find exactly what I'm looking for.

For less than $100 I was able to buy two highly recommended miniature spy cams. These cameras connect through wi-fi directly to my laptop and had good reviews for both the quality of their night vision and the motion detection feature. Reading through the FAQ's I determine that while it is perfectly legal to secretly film inside your own house, and even in public for that matter, the exception is for places where a normal person might expect privacy like a bedroom or bathroom. These are of course the two places where these little beauties are going to go, but that doesn't slow me down for even a moment and I happily pay the extra charge to guaranty next day delivery.

The next morning, I am pleasantly surprised when I enter the kitchen. Riya was able to make a decent breakfast of oatmeal and neat slices of strawberries and melon accompanied by a pot of very strong tea. I would have gone with coffee, but the tea is a pleasant change. As I eat, I consider the pretty co-ed. She looks almost as sexy in her outfit as she did last night completely naked. On any other college student, Riya's neatly buttoned blouse might have looked like a Halloween costume; with her quiet demeanor it seems perfect for my studious new housemate.

Seeing her in that white blouse makes me think immediately of the teacher/schoolgirl games I used to play with Alison. Alison would wear her old school uniform pleated skirt along with her white blouse, and I wonder if Riya has something like that in her assortment of clothes. As Riya refills my teacup, I can't help wondering how long it will take before I have a chance to play out that teacher/student scenario and have her riding on my lap with her blouse pulled open and a little pleated skirt pulled up high on her thighs.

“This meal was much better, Riya.” I motion to the empty bowl in front of me. “You might just work out after all.” As if her cooking skills had anything to do with why I wanted her to stay on.

“Thank-you, Sir.” Her voice is low, but I'm pretty sure I hear pride in her soft accent.

“Make sure you eat before your classes.” I tell her as I push away from the table, “You could use some meat on that skinny frame.” She nods nervously, clearly not comfortable with hearing a man comment on her physical appearance like this. As she finishes cleaning up the kitchen, I learn that she has an optics class after lunch, so she won't be back until after two.

“Is that all right, Sir?” She asks suddenly nervous again, “I'll get my chores done, I promise.” Actually, that works out well for me; it will give me time to set up the mini-cams in her room, but I pretend to look concerned.

“You'd better, Riya,” I warn her sternly, “I'd hate to have to punish you again ...”

“Yes Sir, I will Sir.”

“That reminds me, Riya.” I tell her just before she reaches the door, “Those clothes are fine for your classes, but when you are working here as a servant, I'd like you to wear traditional Indian clothing.” The statement is phrased as a polite request, but both Riya and I know that it is nothing less than a command from her new master.