THE MASTER AND HIS MAID The maidservant, Georgina was a blessing to the Oko family. Mrs.

Oko always recounted her good deeds to their visitors. More than any maid would do, Georgina could sit with the woman and listen to all her problems. Then after, when she was permitted she would give pieces of advice. Her pieces of advice were precious to Mrs. Oko. In terms of age, Georgina was older than Mrs. Oko; almost two times older. Of course, she hadn't married just yet, but she had lived longer and had more experience in certain things. Mrs. Oko respected her very much like a senior sister. What was more wonderful than to see another woman treat your children like her own? Georgina adored her children but wouldnt mind to put them on the right path if needs be. And that said enough of her good nature. Sometimes her respect for the woman annoyed her husband. As for Mr. Oko, his policy was you don't put yourself on the same level with your worker. How could you act stern, if the worker was being too lazy? Because of this, if even he bought something for everyone in the house, he wouldnt get anything for the woman. However, what he refused to accept was that the woman made him feel uncomfortable as a man. For a woman of her age, she had a superb body and a pretty face. She walked with the aplomb of a princess, yet she was only a maidservant. Perhaps it was that paradox that got on his nerves. Five months into her stay with them at their apartment, Mr. Oko had been the most caring husband and most responsible father that she's ever known. And this fact she always told her madam. All of a sudden, the man's habit had changed. He no longer came home on time. Even after say the evening news at 7, he would be in town. What at all could put his family in second place? Georgina often asked herself this question. It was not like his wife wasn't good looking. She had enough to stir a man's gonadic regions, even after giving birth to two handsome boys. So why? If one could see inside the minds of people, it would be noticed that Georgina worries more about this sudden change in the behaviour of Mr. Oko. As it's said, there's no smoke without fire. It was her experience in life that made her worry. She recalled a conversation she had once had two months ago with Mrs. Oko. "I've never felt so fulfilled in life!" Mrs. Oko had said. "Me too I feel so good living with your family!" she had said in turn.

"You know, auntie (Mrs. Oko often called her so), you've been of great help. Before you came to join us, my husband hadn't been this man you see today." "Oh, don't talk like that. Ah, am I Yehowa!" Georgina exclaimed. "May be in this case, I think you are Yehowa. I say this because your coming here changed a lot of things. At least for me," Mrs. Oko insisted. "And how did I do that?" "I don't know. But I think, your presence pushed him to be better than himself," Mrs. Oko had offered. "I don't understand, Georgina remarked and shrugged. "I don't understand either. It may be some respect for you...or something. I don't know what the actual reason was. Have you observed that he never shouts at me when you are around?" "What are you saying? Does he do that?" "Hahaha, he did. I also do same. Of course when I'm mad at him. But in which marriage, don't you see husband and wife quarrelling? Auntie, don't be so naive." "Oh, really? But then, you need not say such things. I thank God for bringing me here. I swear it was more for my good than anybody's. I'm only a maidservant." "Now, you see why I love to discuss my problems with you. You're the embodiment of modesty. I love you," she said in a flurry of excitement. Then she hugged her maidservant. When the hug was lasting too long for her comfort, she removed herself cautiously from the embrace. "You know, I'm not used to this. Don't do this often to me, kapish?" With this admonishment they parted to take care of their chores for the day. A year ago, she was without a job. A similar situation had cropped up in the home where she was working and she had done nothing about it. Georgina never sat in a classroom. She didnt have the least of certificates. So to live, she had to work with her soft hands. Everybody agreed that she was beautiful. Nevertheless, this same fact blocked good people from entering her life. Thus as she hadn't any certificate, she did housekeeping for people. Her aunt whom she had lived with most of her life also did this same job. At eight years, she lost her parents. Her poor aunt took custody of her. Right from the beginning, the woman made it clear that Georgina had to work for herself. This was how she put it:

"When you are old and rich, you would tell me, 'Aunt you have no hand in my prosperity.' So start creating the future for yourself. " A very religious person sometimes, she knew when to keep mute and when to talk. This was one of the reasons for which she had been the favourite of most rich families. Her former madam, Mrs. Adjei hadn't been so trusting, but she did respect her. When the marriage was on the verge of breaking, she had sensed it. But as she always never voiced her feelings, she did nothing to save her beloved mistress. Well, in the end Mrs. Adjei lost her marriage, and she herself also lost a good job. The first step in the breaking of the marriage was that Mr. Adjei would come home late. Then, he started verbally assaulting his wife. Finally, he started hitting her without mercy. The day the police was called in to assist; Mrs. Adjei had a disfigured face. Georgina feared that Mrs. Oko's life would take the same trend as Mrs. Adjei's life took. The Adjei family didn't have children. The Oko family had, very cute children. She wouldn't rest on her oars to keep the marriage intact. No. This time she would fight to the end. Even as she made this decision, she didnt know how she would achieve her aim. She would however watch out for an opportunity to talk some sense into Mr. Oko's head. This she knew wouldnt be easy. When at home, this man did his best to avoid her altogether. One evening Mr. Oko came home late as usual. His wife was asleep. His evening meal sat coldly on the dining table. He was too drunk to even check the content of the bowl. Throwing his suitcase on the sofa, he made his way to the bathroom. He fidgeted carelessly with his flap; the feeling to empty his bladder was climbing to a dangerous proportion. Some few steps from the toilet door, Mr. Oko began to shoot his urine into the air, as if the whole verandah was the water closet. He was almost blind, for he was too drunk to care where he was spraying his piss. The splashing of the piss on the terrazzo floor caught the attention of the maidservant. She had stayed up late to clean the bathroom and she was in there by then. Oh, who is this? was her suppressed shriek. She opened the door just enough to spy who it was. It was her boss. He was drunk as usual. The maid shook her head quietly and opened the door. The next day, it would be her responsibility to clean the piss, so why not direct the man to the water closet? Meanwhile Mr. Oko continued to piss. His senses were too dull to comprehend where he was or what he was doing. Hmmm! he groaned as the hot liquid flew out of his erect penis.

Georgina had only a towel around her naked body but she didnt care so much about her nakedness. The right thing had to be done. She came out of the small room and stood beside the man. Master, you are not in the bathroom, just yet, Georgina began, let me help you to the bathroom. Aww! Eh? What do you mean? he growled and then yawned as if bored by the conversation. The man was too drunk to be treated gently. What she decided to do then would appear bad, but she believed it wouldnt hurt anyone. Calmly but firmly, she gripped the drunk mans penis. At once the urine stopped flowing. The touch alone on his manhood woke him up from his somnambulism. Aww! Mr. Oko cringed. This time, Georgina also acted dumb and pulled him by his prick to the toilet. When she did this she remembered how sometimes she had to mete out similar treatment to Nii, Mr. Okos last born. That boy was stubborn. Georgina remarked in her mind. But of course, he must be. Look at this big stubborn dick from which he came from. Unconsciously, a wicked smile lit her face. Mr. Oko though drunk was enjoying Georginas carefree hold on his dick. The feel of her smallish fingers around it vibrated through his head so much that he became a slave to her caprices. Like a good boy, he willingly followed her to the toilet. Now you can continue to piss, dear Master! Georgina whispered into his ear when they got to the toilet. Somehow, she regretted freeing the prick so soon. Any woman would relish the power she had when a grown mans erect cock was pulsating in her hand. All the same she decided to leave the man. But as she turned to leave, the man held on to her hand. Georgina, dont leave me like this! Like how? Georgina appeared astonished. Like this! Mr. Oko points grudgingly at his pulsating penis. I dont feel like pissing anymore! Georgina smiled at a thought. Wouldnt this be the best time for her to put a thumb on this louse? As a grown woman, she knew the power a woman had over a man, when she allowed him to fuck her. Oh, but who was talking about fucking? She chastised herself. So Master, what do you want to do?She asked, being all coy. Like a cat, she slid behind the man.

Mr. Oko still had his stiff dick in his hand. Not knowing what luck hell have, he caressed it gently and rubbed the slimy pre-cum on the tip. Turn around, may be you would know what to do when you see this!she hissed from behind him. Without a word Mr. Oko turned 180 degrees. Jesus! he groaned almost out of breath, and started to push his trousers down at once. Georgina was on all fours, her bare ass waving in the air before him. Mr. Oko bent down a bit, there he realized that she was already dripping wet. Her gaping pussy was calling for a dick like his. He couldnt fight the urge to touch the beckoning pussy. So slowly he slipped one finger into it and then another. Feeling satisfied with her wetness, he put the tip of his erect penis into the older woman. She shuddered a bit at the initial sensation. It had been so long a time since anything entered her from that level. Taking charge now, he started with short strokes having noticed her tightness. Then he increased the pace and depth of his strokes. As he rammed her pussy with his bloodpuffed cock, he dug his nails into her soft voluptuous ass. At this juncture Georgina was biting on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out. The rest of the house was sleeping. She felt too good. Maybe she would die! Wow, what sweetness! Her knees had become weak. Her breasts were bare and hanging. Gravity pulled at them in a tantalizing way. Though she held on to the walls, she thought she would faint. Aahh! Master, you will kill me! My heart, my heart! You love it, eh? Mr. Oko whispered and smacked her gyrating ass. He was no more the helpless drunk; he was a great warrior pulling down strongholds in Georginas cunt. Yes, go on, give me more. Master I love your cock, she moaned as she fondled one of her breasts. And just when she thought that she would die from the awesome mlange of sweetness and pain, Mr. Oko shot his cum into her. Ah, Ive been missing a lot!she winced, five minutes later to Mr. Oko. Mr. Oko smiled and chuckled, We could do it again, if you want. Oh Master, now you want to kill me properly. The pleasure alone could kill me. Really? Then tomorrowOko started, then stopped himself.

If only you will come early from work every day. Things will work out well, Georgina promised. In the morning, the next day, Mrs. Oko asked Georgina to escort Mr. Oko to his car. She gave the excuse that she didnt feel too well. Georgina was happy for this. When they get to his car, she handed him his briefcase. "Sir, if you know what's good for you, you'll come home on time. We'll miss you, you know," she said and walked away. Mr. Oko's heart raced. He can't wait to return home today! "Sure, I know what's good for me. I'll be home by five o'clock, this evening!" Mr. Oko sneaked a glance at her ass. "Where have I been looking all this while!"