Sexy servant

I caught Evey right away. She set down the tray, and instead of her usual outfit she wore a sheer black bra that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric clung to her nipples, see-through enough to show every detail, and I knew she had chosen it for me. Her tits looked bigger in that flimsy thing, her curves on full display, and she stood there with her lips parted, waiting for the signal. I felt the shift. She wasn’t just my maid anymore; she was offering something hotter. My eyes moved over her, taking in the contrast of that blonde hair against the dark mesh. She smiled, slow and sure, then leaned forward a little more than needed, making her breasts spill forward. Her hands rested on her hips. She didn’t speak. She just waited for me to take what she was clearly giving, right there in the middle of the room, tea growing cold beside us.