Send Riya to get cleaned up

“Go get changed, Miss Kapadia.” I tell her as I zip up with a contented smile on my face. Even if this is all I get from this pretty little exchange student I'd be pretty satisfied, but I know I'm going to get a lot more than sloppy blow jobs.

“Really?” Clearly, Riya is expecting me to demand more from her too. “Is that it?”

“For now. We'll figure out your full list of duties tomorrow.” She touches the glob of semen dripping from her quivering lip. “Go get cleaned up, you're a mess.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch as Riya gathers up the clothes scattered all over the floor and scurries up the steps. It doesn't take long before I hear the 'squeak' of the hot water facet and know that she's in the shower. It's tempting to barge in on her as she scrubs her caramel-colored skin, but there will be plenty of opportunities to check her out as long as I don't blow it.

I already pushed things way more than I ever thought I would when Alison first led this pretty Indian coed to meet me at the Blue Crab. Not that she seemed to object too much, not even when I had her gagging on my dick. In fact, she is the one that brought that whole race thing into the mix - and called me 'Master' too.

I had played Master and **** games with Alison several different times including but not limited to John Norman's world of Gor and a pretty Victorian English woman captured by Ottoman Turks and sold in an auction to a lusty Mohammadian eager to defile a proud Christian virgin. But Riya's sensitivity about her skin tone opens up all sorts of other possibilities.

When I hear the 'squeak' of the shower knob I make it a point to get to the top of the steps and wait for her to emerge from the bathroom.

“About time.” I grumble when she steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Actually, Alison's showers would often last three or four times longer, but I'm pretty sure that's because she quite often took advantage of the pulsing showerhead to get herself off. More than once I considered getting a spycam to see exactly what she was up to, and now that Riya is going to be using that shower the idea sounds better than ever.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” For some reason, Riya looks even more embarrassed standing here wrapped in her nerdy towel than she did completely naked on her knees with my cum all over her face. I like the timid student look a lot. Really, even better than the eager-to-please tease that had thrown herself at me as soon as we came in from the car.

“Well, OK then.” I push by her, enjoying the way her slight body is jostled by my much larger one. “If you had taken much longer, I might have had to just come in anyways.” The way Riya's eyes open makes me smile; sometime soon I'm going to have to do exactly that just to catch her when she least expects it.

This was a pretty fantastic first day with my new tenant, I can only wonder what tomorrow might bring.