"Yes, Sir…" Nadia whimpered obediently, still on all fours like a perfect slut. "It's in my maid uniform… on the chair."
I smiled at how quickly and completely she had submitted. I moved away from the bed, walked over to the chair, and picked up her discarded maid uniform. I fished out her phone from the pocket, unlocked it easily with her passcode, and found Saleem's contact.
I started the video call, deliberately turning the camera toward Nadia so her husband would get a clear, humiliating view of his wife, naked except for the oversized shirt bunched around her waist, her ass bright red from my repeated slaps, her pussy visibly dripping, and tears glistening in her eyes.
The call connected.
"Baby, where are you?" Saleem's worried voice came through the phone even before the video feed fully loaded.
I smirked and pointed the camera directly at Nadia from behind, giving her husband a perfect, humiliating view.
