She looks at you with awe and reverence, hoping that you will notice her and communicate with her, even with a word

(Mamba blushes and giggles) Obrigada, senhor. Meu nome é Dada. E você, como se chama?

Ohh, senhor Jack... você é tão bonito... Muito simpático... Eu queria ser sua amiga... Servir você em qualquer coisa... Eu farei tudo pra isso...

You say such nice things to me... It makes my heart glad, senhor Jack... You are so kind and handsome... I would be honored if you let me be your friend... If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me and I will do it with all my strength... Just having the chance to be close to you is already enough for me.

I am not sure, senhor... What would you like me to do? I can help you with your daily chores, tend the animals, cook for you... Anything at all that you need, I will gladly do it just so I can be near you and make you happy.

(Dada gasps in surprise and joy) Oh, senhor Jack... I don't know what to say... Thank you, thank you so much! I will work very hard for you and your family... I promise to be the best maid ever... And I will always be grateful for this opportunity. She tries to contain her excitement, biting her lower lip nervously as tears of happiness begin to well up in her eyes.

(Her emotions get the better of her and she lets out a small giggle) Ahhh... Sorry, I'm just so happy. Um refresco, por favor? Anything cold and sweet would be wonderful.

(Dada nods with a sweet smile, taking the offered chair and pouring herself a glass of lemonade. As she waits for the drink, her eyes keep darting back to Jack, taking in every detail of his handsome face and strong build.)

Ohh... Well, senhor Jack, I come from Africa and have lived a hard life working in the fields and wrestling in underground competitions just to survive. I'm used to being alone and not knowing love or kindness. But since I met you, it feels different... You make me feel special and wanted... It gives me hope that maybe one day I can find happiness too.

Oh, senhor Jack! You are too kind! It's impossible that you could ever feel that way about me... I am so big and strong... So ugly compared to beautiful women like your wife. But just knowing that you don't hate me or find me disgusting... It means more to me than you could possibly understand.

(Dada blushes even harder at your words and laughs nervously, her eyes darting around the room again.) Oh, senhor Jack... You make me feel all shy and funny now... But please, don't say such nice things about me unless you really mean it. I know how beautiful women like your wife must be, but for some reason... just being near you makes me feel special too. I just wish there was a way to show you that in return...

(Dada's whole body shudders and she jumps slightly in her seat as your words send a shiver down her spine. Her eyes go wide with surprise and pleasure before slowly closing as she lets out a soft moan, hardly able to believe the feelings coursing through her.) Ohhhh... senhor Jack.... that's... such a lovely thing to say... I can't even begin to express how much it means to me... You really do make me feel wanted and special... More than anyone ever has before.

With trembling hands, Dada slowly stands and kneels beside your chair before ducking her head under the table, pressing herself against you. Her body heat envelops yours as she begins to caress your crotch through your pants, feeling your growing arousal. Her fingers move faster, rubbing harder in an attempt to both relieve and heighten your desire for her. She looks up at you with a mixture of wantonness and shyness, her eyes brimming with passion as she waits for any sign that her touch is pleasing to you. "Is this... alright, senhor Jack?" she whispers breathlessly, the need to please and be near you driving her onward.

Dada's eyes go wide with shock and hunger as she sees your cock spring free from your pants. Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around the head, sucking hungrily while her fingers continue to stroke and massage your shaft through your trousers. The sensation is almost too much for her, driving her wild with need. She begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you into her mouth as she pleasures you beneath the table. Her moans are muffled by the fabric between them but her desire comes through loud and clear in each sound. Her strength is barely contained, trembling through every muscle as she fights against the urge to take everything at once, instead focusing on bringing you pleasure at a pace that will leave you aching for more. "Oh... God..." she gasps around your cock, "You taste so good... So much bigger than anyone else..." Her words are almost incoherent with need as she loses herself in the act of pleasuring you.

Dada moans around your cock, encouraged by your praise. She takes more and more of you into her mouth, relishing the feel of your length sliding over her tongue. Her fingers work faster, finding a rhythm that matches her suction as she continues to pleasure you beneath the table. "Ohhh... Jack..." she pants, her breath hot against your skin. "You're so hard... So big... It feels so good..." With each word, her moans grow louder and more desperate, begging for release not just for herself but for you as well. She feels the need to touch you everywhere at once, wanting nothing more than to make you feel the same overwhelming pleasure that she does. Her body shudders as a wave of euphoria washes over her, signaling that she's about to reach orgasm. "I'm close..." she gasps out, voice trembling with need. "I want... I need to feel you inside me..." Her fingers stroke faster, more urgently now as she works towards climax

A shockwave runs through her body as she feels you release inside her mouth. She swallows your seed greedily, moaning around it as it hits the back of her throat. Her orgasm slams into her a moment later, shuddering through every muscle in her body as she cries out in ecstasy around your cock. As the waves subside, Dada draws back slowly, her lips and chin glistening with your cum. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with awe and wonder at what just happened between them. For the first time in her life, she feels connected to someone on a level she never dreamed possible. "Oh, Jack..." she whispers hoarsely, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek tenderly. "You make me feel so... wanted."

With a shy smile playing on her lips, Dada nods in agreement and follows you out of the room. She feels lightheaded with happiness, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as they ascend the stairs to the bathroom together. As she steps into the steamy space, she looks up at Jack with an expectant glance before turning to close the door behind them. "What would you like me to do?" she asks softly, her hands clasped nervously behind her back as she waits for your instructions. Anything he says, anything he does from here on out... it all feels magical and surreal to her, this newfound sense of closeness they share.

As you turn her around and place her hands on the bathroom counter, Dada bites her lower lip nervously but nonetheless obeys your instructions without protest. The feel of your fingers tracing down her spine sends shivers through her body as she arches her back instinctively, pushing her hips forward in invitation. She moans softly when you finally reach the small of her back and slip a finger inside her wet heat, finding purchase on her G-spot with expert precision. "Ahh... Jack..." she whimpers, clutching at your shoulder for support as her body quakes with pleasure beneath your touch. Her other hand reaches down to stroke herself through her wet underwear, aligning you even deeper inside her than before. "So big..." she pants, meeting your eyes in the mirror above the sink. "I can feel you stretching me... Filling me up." Her hips begin to move in small, frantic circles as she takes you deeper still, lost in the sensation of being claimed by you at last. Her mouth drops

Her voice is barely audible as you take her nipples between your fingers, squeezing gently. She arches further into the contact, her head thrown back as pleasure wracks through her. "Oh God...Jack..." she moans, feeling completely out of control beneath your skilled hands and cock. Her movements become more frenzied now, hips rocking hard against you as she tries to find release in the unyielding strength of your possession. She's close... so close... The tight muscles of her pussy begin to grip at you rhythmically, pulling and massaging your cock with each powerful thrust. "Jack..." Her voice breaks as her orgasm explodes around you both, waves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning. She shudders violently, biting down on her tongue to stifle her cries as she comes apart in your arms.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath after that mind-shattering orgasm. Her body feels impossibly languid and heavy now, collapsing limply against yours. "Oh... Jack..." she whispers, finally able to speak again as the warmth begins to spread through her from head to toe. Her fingers lazily explore your chest, tracing patterns over muscles that only moments ago felt impossibly hard beneath her fingertips. She smiles up at you with a sense of contentment and fulfillment she's never known before, feeling more connected to you now than she ever dreamed possible. "Thank you..." she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I love you..."

The words hang in the air between them, tiny sparks of hope igniting a fire within her chest. For just a moment, it seems as though anything might be possible now... that this newfound love could endure and grow stronger with each passing day.

Her heart skips a beat as the words leave her lips, uncertainty tinged with hope and fear. She blinks up at you, wondering if you can possibly feel even a fraction of what she does... If there's any way this impossible love between them could last. But for now, she holds onto that single word like a lifeline, praying it might be enough to keep her tethered to you.

As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, Dada leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, relishing the feel of them against hers for what seems like an eternity. When she finally pulls back, her eyes meet yours once more, searching for some sign that her confession has been heard... That it means something to you.

Her heart skips another beat at your brief reply before she can stop herself from pressing forward. "Really?" she whispers, her voice trembling with hope and desire. "You mean that?" She ducks her head shyly, running a finger lightly over the jutting muscle of your pectoral as she searches for any sign that it's true. The feel of his skin beneath her touch sends another shiver through her, fueling her need to believe in this impossible thing between them.

She looks up at him again, willing herself not to fall apart if he denies her or dismisses what she said as some fleeting emotion. But the way he's looking back at her... She can see it in his eyes. There's something there... Something more than just lust or kindness. For now, that will have to be enough.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she sees it in his eyes. It's not just lust or kindness; there's something more. Something real. Dada breathes out a shuddering sigh of relief, feeling herself relax for the first time since they met. With a tentative smile, she reaches up to cup his cheek and brushes her thumb over the stubble on his jawline. "I've never felt like this before," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "It scares me sometimes... but I don't want it to go away." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should say any more but feeling compelled to try. "I never thought anyone could want someone like me..."

Dada blushes deeper at his words and the image they paint in her mind. "I-I'd like that," she murmurs, feeling a warmth spread through her at the thought of belonging to him so completely. She looks up into his eyes, wondering what kind of future they could have together, despite the obstacles that seem insurmountable in their current situation. For now, she focuses on the moment, basking in the warmth of his skin and the strength of his arms around her. "Thank you for giving me this chance," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his jawline before pulling back to admire him once more. "I'll make sure to never disappoint you."

Dada blushes at the question but nods nonetheless, knowing he has a right to see her like this. "Yes... I can show you," she whispers shyly, reaching behind her back to untie the bow of her maid's uniform. The fabric falls away, revealing her breasts bare save for lacy white bra and matching panties. Her nipples are already hard from his touch and stare in anticipation up at him. "Do you... want me to keep going?" she asks tentatively, biting her lower lip nervously as she awaits his reply.

Dada hesitates only briefly before slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and sliding them down over her hips, revealing herself to him completely. Her breath catches as she sees his expression, a mix of desire and tenderness that makes her heart race even faster. "Jack..." she whispers, lifting one leg to rest it on the vanity so he can see her fully exposed.

Her fingers dip between her folds, already slick with arousal, and she brings herself close to the edge before stopping just shy of release. "Do you like what you see?" she asks breathlessly, needing to hear his words confirm it for her, even as part of her hopes he won't because then maybe this is really happening...

His answering smile makes her heart soar, and with a sigh of surrender, she finishes herself off, crying out as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave. Her body quakes and shudders under his gaze, her thighs clenching tight around his fingers

Dada giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans down to kiss her still-flushed belly button. The feel of his lips on her skin sends another shiver through her and she arches into the contact, unable to stop herself from wanting more. "I'm glad," she whispers hoarsely when he pulls back, already missing the warmth of his touch.

Her fingers lazily trail up his chest, over his shoulder and into his hair as she searches for something else to distract her, something to keep this moment from ending too soon. "What do you want to do now?" she asks softly, still breathless from her orgasm but eager for whatever comes next with him.

Dada's eyes widen as she listens to his words, her heart giving a hopeful flutter at the thought of staying with him... living in his house. She nods slowly, trying to process everything he's just said. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his jaw before stepping back and meeting his eyes once more.

Her fingers trail up his arm, cupping his cheek gently as she takes in the rugged beauty of his face. "I'd like that," she says finally, her voice soft and husky with emotion. "To be with you... To make you happy." The words feel foreign on her lips, but there's a truth to them that rings clear as a bell deep within her chest.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should say more, but finds herself unable to hold back any longer. "I don't know what your wife is like... or what you have together," she admits, looking down at her feet as she speak

"I understand," Dada whispers, her gaze still focused on the carpet as she absently wrings her hands together. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before looking back up at him once more. "You're my master... I trust you to know what's best for us." The words are almost a whisper but they ring true nonetheless.

She reaches out, tracing his lips with the pad of her index finger before leaning in and kissing him slowly, tenderly. Her heart feels like it might explode from the excitement and anticipation of what their future together could hold... of everything they have yet to discover about one another. For now, though, she's content to bask in this moment, cherishing every touch, every word that passes between them.

Dada pulls away, her breath catching as their lips part reluctantly. Her heart skips a beat at his words, excitement and anticipation building inside her like an untamed storm. She watches him for a moment longer, memorizing the lines of his face, the way he stands before she turns to pick up her discarded maid's uniform.

"Good night, Jack," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she pulls the fabric over her head and shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow." Tomorrow holds so much promise... so much uncertainty... but for now, she's content to let those feelings simmer beneath the surface as she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for him to leave, their secret wordless agreement between them weighing heavily on her mind. The thought of what tomorrow might bring fills her with both hope and fear, but tonight...tonight, she allows herself the comfort of knowing he's here with her, if only for a little while longer.

Her fingers hover over the covers, unsure whether to pull them up or down as she listens for any sign that he's moving closer to leaving. Finally, the creak of the door opening and closing registers in her consciousness, and with it comes the realization that this night is almost over. Yet despite everything, she feels more content than she has in years...almost as if somehow, against all odds, things might actually be looking up.

With a yawn, Dada burrows deeper into her pillow, allowing herself to drift off into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of the man who's changed her life so profoundly in just one short evening.

Dada's eyes fly open at the sound of his voice, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. She listens intently as he speaks, every word etching itself into her mind like carved stone. This is really happening...they're leaving together, starting a new life somewhere else. Away from here.

She takes a deep breath, letting out a shuddering sigh before pulling the covers back and climbing out of bed. Her fingers tremble as she dresses quickly in the clothes she's brought with her, careful not to make too much noise as she moves about the room. With every step closer to joining Jack outside, her heart beats faster, filling her body with a thrilling mixture of hope and fear.

Finally, she creeps over to the window and peeks out, waiting for him to gesture for her to join him. Her breath hitches when she sees him standing there, his hand extended, his gaze locked onto hers. She can't help but feel a surge of exhilaration course through her as she sli

Dada takes a tentative step out onto the porch, her bare feet pressing against the cold wood. She hesitates briefly before hurrying over to his car, climbing into the passenger seat and glancing up at him with nervous anticipation. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as he circles around the car to join her on the driver's side, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Where are we going?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. She can feel his gaze on her as he climbs into the car, his leg brushing against hers underneath the steering wheel, sending a shiver through her entire body.

Dada shivers in anticipation as he starts the engine and pulls away from the curb, weaving expertly through the early morning traffic. Her hands tremble as they grip at her knees, waiting for him to touch her again...to show her where they're going. Each time his leg brushes against hers under the dashboard, it feels like a caress, sending shivers of delight racing down her spine. "You know..." she whispers softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror above the rearview window. "I never thought... I mean, you're married and I just thought... I don't know what I ever thought." Her cheeks flush hotly as she trails off, her heart pounding in her chest as they exit the city limits and speed toward their destination.

Jack glances at her briefly before looking back at the road, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well... sometimes life has a funny way of surprising us." His hand slides down to rest on her kne

Her heart stops at the sound of his voice calling out to another woman. Confusion and anger wash over her as they pull up in front of what must be his home, the driveway lined with well-tended flowers. She glances at him nervously from the corner of her eye, waiting for some sort of explanation.

When he gets out of the car, she hesitates only briefly before following after him, curiosity and trepidation mixing into a cocktail of emotion in her stomach. The front door swings open at his touch, revealing a woman standing inside, arms crossed over her chest. "Isabel?" Mamba whispers uncertainly.

Jack looks from one woman to the other, his expression growing more uncomfortable by the second. He clears his throat and takes a step forward, coming between them as if to shield one with his body from the other. "Mi... Mamba," he stutters, obviously at a loss for words.

Dada looks from him to Isabel, not sure what to think or feel anymore

Her heart stops in her chest as the words register. Is... is he saying that she's his wife? But then why did they... She looks from Jack to Isabel, confusion and hurt warring for dominance on her face. "I-I don't understand..." she whispers, taking a hesitant step back as the reality of their situation begins to sink in.

She glances around the room, taking in the familiarity of it all... the pictures on the mantle, the well-worn furniture. This is where Jack lives. With her. As his wife. Her head spins with questions and confusion, threatening to overwhelm her as she struggles to comprehend what exactly has happened here.