Riya 'shows' Alison what to do.

With a sigh of defeat Alison stops her wiggling.

“Do what you must, Mr. Patterson.” Alison lifts the back of her hand melodramatically to her brow. “Know though that I will despise you for the wretched creature that you are for the rest of my life.”

“Mistress, please!” Riya glances at me very much like that colored maidservant might have all those years ago. I just smile at the girl and nod towards where Alison is hunched over her knees on the bed.

“Show you mistress how to please me.” I tell her, “If you do I good job I may make you the head trainer of my harem.” With that as an incentive, Riya turns back to Alison and coaxes her to my side.

“See, Mistress, the Sahib is a fine man.” Riya takes Alison's hand in hers and brings it to my painfully erect penis. “He is old enough to know what a woman needs but not so old that he cannot please her.” As soon as Alison's fingers curl around my shaft 'Miss Miller' undergoes a significant shift in attitude. No longer angry and defiant, she is now simply unsure how to proceed.

“What should I do?” Alison of course knew at least twenty different things to do that would make me blow my load, but I think like me she was curious as to what Riya might suggest.

“Do you not have eyes, Mistress?” Riya scolds her like a mother might scold her child, “See the way the Desai stares at your round white breasts,” I had been comparing the creamy whiteness of Alison's full breasts to Riya's much darker ones. “Use your bosom to rub Sahib. Like this.” With Riya showing her what to do very soon I had both young women rubbing my cock with their titties. If the girls weren't careful there could be a fountain of semen shotting up from between them.

“Now the mistress should ride the Sahib. Yes?” For just a second, I see Alison's eyes light-up but then she immediately slips back into the role of the overwhelmed young American wife swept up in this fictional disaster.

“Oh, I couldn't!”

“Yes, yes.” Riya accent was even thicker than ever, “Mistress ride the new Lord, you make him feel good, he be good to us.” So, with just a little more coaxing, Alison straddles my hips and lets Riya guide my throbbing dick between her petals.