The Maid

Chapter 1: The Thong

Lawrence pushed the door to Amiya's room open as soon as she left for her weekly grocery run and stepped in, eyes swiftly scanning the space for any signs of her femininity. He had always loved visiting her here, amidst the mingling scents of lemon, lavender, and femininity. That faint whiff of her laundry soap was ever-present and comforting, even if it often stirred thoughts that shouldn't linger in his mind.

As a happily married man, he never imagined his life would lead down this taboo path.

Yet, there was something about Amiya that drew him in. Maybe it was her quiet demeanor, her submissive nature, or perhaps the way her almond-shaped eyes seemed to hold a world of unspoken stories. Whatever it was, he couldn't resist the pull.

Lawrence's gaze landed on a lacy thong discarded haphazardly on the worn-out bedspread. A smirk played on his lips as he picked it up, the fabric soft and smooth under his fingertips. He could almost picture her slender legs stepping into it, her warm, brown skin contrasting sharply with the delicate lace.

His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the primal drumbeat of desire. He glanced at the closed door, then back at the thong clutched in his hand. One quick look wouldn't hurt, he rationalized, his resolve crumbling like sugar under her spell.

He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent - a mix of jasmine and something uniquely hers - filled his nostrils, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He leaned against the wall, his body betraying any semblance of control.

With a swift move, he unbuckled his belt, the clanking sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. His pants pooled around his ankles, and he took himself in hand, the lace of Amiya's thong brushing against his throbbing length.

Lawrence closed his eyes, letting his imagination run wild. He pictured Amiya standing before him, her lithe body clad only in that tantalizing piece of lace. She'd look up at him with those doe-like eyes, her cheeks flushed, her mouth slightly parted.

He'd reach out, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, until his fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong. He'd pull her closer, his other hand tangling in her long, brown hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. She'd gasp, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, her body arching into his touch.

Lawrence's hand moved faster, his grip tightening around the thong. He could feel the pressure building, his release imminent.

The image of Amiya, her eyes wide with submission and desire, pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, he came, his seed spilling onto the lace of her thong. He leaned against the wall, panting, his heart hammering in his chest.

As reality seeped back in, he looked down at the cum-stained fabric in his hand. A wicked grin spread across his face. He couldn't help but wonder how she'd react when she found it like this. The thought sent another jolt of excitement through him.

With a smirk, he tucked the soiled thong into his pocket, his mind already racing with the next part of his plan. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of the forbidden was too enticing to resist.

Lawrence made his way back to his study, his stride confident, his mind already formulating ways to put his plan into action. He sank into his leather armchair, the soft creak of the chair a familiar backdrop to his scheming. He knew Amiya would be back soon, her arms laden with grocery bags, her cheeks flushed from the exertion.

He watched the clock, his anticipation growing with each tick of the second hand. He needed to play this just right, to tease her, to make her squirm under his gaze. But he also needed to maintain control, to keep her in line. After all, she was his employee, his to command.

And he intended to make the most of that power.

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house, signaling Amiya's return. Lawrence stood, adjusting his pants to hide the growing bulge in his crotch. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the game he was about to play.

He found Amiya in the kitchen, unloading groceries with efficient, practiced movements. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands sticking to her neck, damp with sweat. She looked up as he entered, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him.

"Sir," she acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lawrence leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Amiya," he began, his voice measured, "I found something interesting in your room today."

Lawrence reached into his pocket, pulling out the cum-stained thong. He held it up, letting it dangle from his finger, a silent accusation.

Amiya's face turned a shade of red he hadn't thought possible. Her eyes widened, darting from the thong to his face and back again. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her body tense, her breath hitching in her throat.

Lawrence felt a thrill of power surge through him. He loved seeing her like this, all flustered and off-kilter. It was a rare sight, given her usual composure. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I must say, Amiya," he began, his voice low and steady, "I was quite surprised to find this in your room. It's not...appropriate for a maid to leave such...intimate items lying around," Lawrence finished, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He could see the struggle play out on Amiya's face - the surprise, the embarrassment, the confusion. It was a fascinating dance of emotions, one he couldn't help but enjoy.

Amiya's tongue darted out, wetting her lips nervously. "I-I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered, her eyes cast downwards. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't think you'd... I didn't think you'd go through my things," Amiya finished, her voice barely audible. Her hands were now clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.

Lawrence let out a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, Amiya," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "as your employer, I have every right to inspect your living quarters. Besides," he added, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "I'm glad I did. It led to an...interesting discovery," Lawrence finished, his gaze flicking down to the thong still dangling from his finger.

He watched as Amiya's eyes followed his gaze, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. He could see the wheels turning in her head, the realization dawning on her that he had not only found her intimate apparel but also that he had... used it.

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her mouth opening slightly as if to speak but no words came out. Lawrence could see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her desire and her sense of propriety.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone, "Put it on, Amiya."

Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "What, Sir?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lawrence held up the cum-stained thong, his gaze never leaving hers. "This," he said, his voice firm, "Put it on."

Amiya's eyes darted from the thong to his face and back again. She looked like she wanted to protest, to refuse, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. She knew better than to disobey him.

With a shaky breath, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the soiled fabric. She could feel the sticky residue of his release, a stark reminder of what he had done with her thong. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, embarrassment, and something else - something that made his heart pound in his chest.

"Now, Amiya," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. He watched as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, with a hesitant nod, she turned around, presenting him with her back.

Lawrence watched as she slowly slid her shorts and panties down, revealing her firm, round ass.

She stepped into the soiled thong, pulling it up over her hips, her body trembling slightly as the fabric brushed against her skin.

The sticky residue of Lawrence's cum left a trail of wetness on her thighs, a stark reminder of what he had done. She could feel the cool air of the room against her bare ass, the fabric of the thong clinging to her skin.

Lawrence watched, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the slight shiver that ran through her body. He knew she was embarrassed, humiliated even, but there was something else too - a spark of excitement, a hint of arousal.

He could see it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her nipples hardened against her shirt, in the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to ease the ache between them.

Lawrence stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He felt her tense under his touch, her body stiffening as if bracing for impact.

"Spread your legs, Amiya," he commanded, his voice low and firm. She hesitated for a moment, her body trembling slightly before she complied, her legs parting just enough to give him access.

Lawrence's fingers found her pussy, already wet and ready for him. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. She let out a soft gasp, her body arching into his touch. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

Amiya let out a soft moan, her body relaxing into his touch. Lawrence could feel her wetness coating his fingers, her body responding to his touch despite her initial shock and embarrassment.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, tasting her on his tongue. She was sweet and salty, a heady mix that sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin.

"Amiya," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking wet for me." He could see her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. She was trying to hide her arousal, but her body betrayed her.

He pushed her against the counter , his hands gripping her hips firmly. She could feel the cool marble against her stomach, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

She could hear the sound of his zipper lowering, the rustle of fabric as he freed himself. She knew what was coming, and yet, she couldn't help but tense, her body preparing for the invasion.

Lawrence took out his hard cock, the heat of it pressing against her ass. He pulled aside the thong, his fingers brushing against her pussy, already slick with her arousal. She let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "All wet and ready for me." His fingers found her clit, circling it, teasing it until she was writhing against him, her body begging for more.

She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, the pressure building as he slowly pushed inside her. She was tight, her body resisting the intrusion, but he was relentless, pushing forward until he was fully sheathed inside her.

She let out a low moan, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy pulsing around him.

Lawrence gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move. He pulled out slowly, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Then he pushed back in, his hips slamming against her ass.

Amiya let out a cry, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. He was big, so much bigger than she was used to.

She felt herself stretching, her body reluctantly accommodating his size. He worked her slowly, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her body clenching around him, trying to keep him inside.

Lawrence groaned, the sound a low, guttural rumble in his chest. He could feel her tightness, her wetness. He knew she was enjoying this, even if she was too embarrassed to admit it.

"Amiya," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is so tight. I bet you've not had a cock this big inside you in a long time, have you?" Lawrence grunted, his hips slapping against Amiya's ass with each thrust.

Amiya could only whimper in response, her body overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it moved in and out of her. It was intense, almost too much, but her body craved more.

Lawrence reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, his touch firm and demanding. Amiya let out a cry, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the pleasure building, her orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon.

She let out a cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy tightened around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel herself losing control. She let out a series of moans and cries, her body writhing against him as he continued to pound into her.

Lawrence could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles milking him as she rode out her orgasm.

Her juices flowed out, drenching the already cum-soaked thong and dripping onto the floor, a testament to her pleasure and his dominance.

Lawrence didn't slow down; instead, he used the momentum of her orgasm to drive himself deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.

His cock was a steel rod, hot and throbbing, as it slid in and out of her pussy. He fucked her in long deep strokes, each one hitting her womb with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Amiya's back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her again and again. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, her body convulsing as she screamed out her pleasure.

Lawrence could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles milking him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her again and again.

He groaned, his body tensing as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back.

Amiya let out a low moan, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel his cock inside her, throbbing and pulsing, ready to fill her with his cum.

She pushed back against him, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. She could feel the tension building in his body, his hips moving faster, more urgently.

"Amiya," he groaned, "You're so tight. I'm gonna fill this pussy with my cum."

With a final, deep thrust, he let go, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick cum.

Amiya could feel every spurt, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. She let out a low moan, her body shuddering as she felt the heat of his release, the wetness of his cum mixing with her own juices.

He groaned, a low, primal sound in her ear, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

His cock twitched inside her, the pulsing sensation sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body. She could feel every drop, every spurt, as he filled her, marked her as his.

He held her there, his body pressed against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her. She could feel the weight of him, the heat of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her back.

Lawrence stared at her ass, his gaze lingering on the firm, round globes. He could see the way her skin glistened with sweat and cum, the way her asshole winked at him with each movement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a butt plug, shiny and smooth, the tip tapering to a fine point. He brought it to her mouth, the cold metal against her lips.

"Open, Amiya," he growled.

Amiya hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. But Lawrence was relentless, his hand gripping her chin, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She complied, her lips parting slightly. Lawrence pushed the butt plug into her mouth, the cold metal against her tongue.

"Suck," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding.

Amiya let out a low moan, her body trembling slightly as she began to suck on the butt plug. She could feel the heat of her mouth on the cold metal, could feel the taste of her own arousal on her tongue. She sucked, the saliva pooling in her mouth, coating the butt plug with a thick, slippery layer.

Lawrence withdrew his cock almost completely, only to push back in with deliberate, agonizing slowness. He groaned as he did, the sound vibrating through his body and into hers, a testament to the pleasure he was experiencing. He continued this slow, deep fucking, his hips moving in a steady, rhythmic pace, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through Amiya's body. With each thrust, he pushed the butt plug deeper into her mouth, mimicking the fucking he was giving her pussy. The cold metal filled her mouth, stretching her lips, as he slid it in and out, in time with his cock.

Amiya let out a muffled moan, her body tensing as she tried to accommodate both sensations. She could feel the plug in her mouth, the cold metal contrasting with the heat of his cock inside her. Lawrence's hand gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back as he continued to fuck her slowly, deliberately. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her pussy to its limits.

Lawrence removed the saliva-coated plug from her mouth, the cold metal pulling away from her lips with a wet pop.

He pressed the cold metal against her asshole, the tip pushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Amiya," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

Amiya's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. She shook her head, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "No, Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lawrence smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Because I'm going to make you my little ass slut."

Lawrence pressed the cold metal of the butt plug against Amiya's tight asshole. She tensed up, her body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion.

She felt Lawrence's fingers spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight hole to the cool air of the room. She could feel the tip of the plug pressing against her, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her body.

Lawrence pushed the plug in slowly, giving her time to adjust.

Amiya gasped as the cold metal breached her tight ring of muscle, stretching her in a way she'd never experienced before. He pushed it in further, inch by inch, until the entire plug was buried inside her.

Amiya moaned, her body shaking with a mix of pain and pleasure. She could feel the plug filling her ass, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing.

Lawrence's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled out slowly, the plug sliding out of her ass with a wet pop. Then he pushed back in, this time faster and harder.

The plug slid back into her ass, filling her completely. Amiya cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation. She could feel the plug moving inside her, stretching her, filling her. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before, and it was overwhelming.

Amiya could feel his cock inside her pussy, thick and hard, hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She could feel the butt plug in her ass, the stretch and fullness sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was overwhelmed, her senses on overload as Lawrence fucked her with reckless abandon.

"Amiya," Lawrence grunted, his voice low and guttural. "You're so tight. You're my little slut, aren't you, Amiya? My dirty, little maid slut who loves it when her boss fucks her like a filthy little whore." Lawrence growled, his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to Amiya's core. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body responding to his filthy words despite her initial embarrassment.

She let out a low moan, her body arching into his touch as he continued to fuck her with the butt plug in her ass.

Lawrence's hand moved from her hair to her throat, his fingers wrapping around her neck in a firm grip. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him. His lips found hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a mix of their combined arousal.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so hot," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to fuck your tight little asshole."

Amiya's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "But Sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... I mean, I don't think I can... it's too big." Her voice was a soft whisper, a plea for mercy that only served to fuel Lawrence's desire.

Lawrence chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Amiya's spine. "Oh, Amiya," he said, his voice laced with amusement and lust, "you have no idea how much I love hearing you beg." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "And I promise you, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my cock in your ass."

Amiya's breath hitched, her body trembling at the thought. She could feel the plug in her ass, the stretch and fullness sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Lawrence continued to fuck her slowly, deliberately, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the plug moving inside her, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing.

Lawrence slowly pulled out the plug and his cock at the same time, leaving Amiya feeling empty and bereft. She let out a soft whimper, her body aching for more. He rubbed the head against her pussy, coating it in her wetness before pushing it into her ass.

Amiya's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream as she felt herself being stretched even further.

Lawrence's cock was thick and hard, the head of it pushing against her tight ring of muscle with relentless pressure. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed inside her, the sensation both painful and incredibly intense.

Lawrence groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is so tight." He pushed in a little more, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. Amiya could feel herself stretching, her body accommodating his size inch by agonizing inch.

"Oh God," she whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. She could feel the burn, the stretch, as Lawrence's cock filled her completely.

She could feel every inch of him, the thick head of his cock pressing against her tight ring of muscle, the veins and ridges of his shaft rubbing against her sensitive inner walls.

She let out a low moan, her body tensing as he pushed in further. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet, there was a perverse pleasure in it.

She could feel him inside her, filling her in a way she'd never experienced before. It was painful, but there was something else too - a dark, twisted desire that she couldn't deny.

Lawrence groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move.

He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding against her tight muscles, before pushing back in with a force that made Amiya gasp. He set a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

"Amiya," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is so tight."

Amiya let out a low moan, her body responding to his words despite the initial pain. She could feel every inch of him, the stretch and burn slowly giving way to a dark, twisted pleasure.

Her body began to move with his, her hips pushing back against him as he thrust forward. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and yet, she couldn't get enough.

Lawrence groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he increased his pace. He was fucking her hard now, his cock slamming into her ass with a force that made her cry out. She could feel the slap of his skin against hers, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat. "You're taking my cock so well.

Look at you, my little ass slut, taking every inch of me like a good girl." Lawrence's voice was a low growl, his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to Amiya's core. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body responding to his filthy words.

She was getting close, her body tensing as the pleasure built. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate plea. "I'm gonna come, Sir."

Amiya let out a cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her juices flowing as she came hard and fast.

Lawrence didn't let up, his cock still slamming into her ass with relentless force.

He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down his balls as she rode out her orgasm.

"You're such a dirty little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You love it when I fuck your tight little asshole, don't you?"

Amiya could only moan in response, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm. She could feel Lawrence's cock inside her ass, still hard and thick, pulsing with each thrust. He was relentless, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm as he continued to fuck her.

Amiya could feel her pussy clenching, her juices flowing as she got closer and closer to her fourth orgasm.

She could feel Lawrence's cock inside her ass, stretching her to her limits, driving her wild with pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he continued to fuck her with reckless abandon.

He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles milking him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her again and again.

Amiya let out a low moan, her body tensing as she felt Lawrence's cock swell inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, ready to explode.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum." Lawrence groaned, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm approaching. He gripped her hair tighter, pulling her head back as he slammed into her ass one last time.

His cock throbbed, and he let out a guttural groan as he filled her ass with his hot cum.

Amiya shuddered as she felt Lawrence's cum filling her ass. She could feel every spurt, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel every last drop.

Lawrence's body shook with the force of his orgasm, his hips jerking as he filled her. He leaned over her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

His cock was still buried deep inside her ass, twitching occasionally as the last remnants of his orgasm left his body. Amiya could feel the wetness of his cum inside her, the heat of it contrasting with the cool air of the room.

Lawrence pulled out slowly, his cock sliding out of her ass with a wet pop.

He reached for the butt plug on the counter, the cold metal glistening with her juices, and pushed the plug into her cum-filled asshole. The sensation was intense, the cold metal contrasting with the warmth of his cum inside her. She let out a low moan as he pushed it in further, her body stretching to accommodate it. Lawrence twisted the plug slightly, making her gasp at the sudden sensation. "There," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction as he pushed it in fully. "Now you're my little cum-filled ass slut."

Lawrence stepped back, his eyes roaming over Amiya's body. She was a mess - her hair disheveled, her skin flushed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her pussy was swollen and wet, her juices dripping down her thighs. His cum was still leaking out of her pussy and ass, a thick, sticky mess that coated her thighs and dripped onto the floor.

Lawrence watched her, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and rough. "You're a fucking mess. My cum is dripping out of both your holes, and you're loving every second of it, aren't you, you little slut?"

Amiya could only whimper in response, her body still shaking from the intensity of their encounter.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to wear the thong for the rest of the day, along with that plug in your ass. I want you to feel me inside you, to remember what you are to me."

Amiya knew better than to disobey, but the thought of walking around with the cum-soaked thong sticking to her pussy and the plug in her ass with his cum inside her, was both humiliating and arousing.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, Sir."

Lawrence smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said, before turning and leaving the room, leaving Amiya alone with her thoughts and the sticky mess between her legs.

She could feel the cum leaking out of her pussy and asshole as she walked to the bathroom, each step sending a reminder of what had just happened. Se let out a soft sigh as she closed the door behind her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked, and she had never felt so dirty , so used, and yet so alive.

Amiya was addicted, to the feeling of Lawrence's cock inside her, to the way he made her feel like a filthy little slut, to the way he used her body for his own pleasure.

She couldn't get enough of it, and she knew that soon, he would summon her again, and she would eagerly obey, desperate for another taste of his cock.