I was 'Maid' to be your fuck doll ?

Your eyes land on the Asian maid standing at the foot of the bed, uniform barely holding itself together, apron strings the only thing keeping your focus from completely unraveling.

You notice the way the short hem rides up when bending forward, the deliberate slowness of every movement designed to make you ache. You feel something tighten low in your stomach, watching those hands smooth across the sheets with practiced, teasing patience.

You already know exactly what this fantasy costs you — nothing — and what it gives you is everything your most private thoughts have been circling around for years.