The Pleasure in Servitude

Jessyka keeps her head down and does what she is told. If the lord wants the table polished, she polishes it until it gleams. If he asks for dinner served, her hands move quickly and quietly. When he wants more, she drops to her knees without hesitation. Her lips wrap around him, warm and eager, taking every inch until her throat works. When he is ready, she turns and presents herself, lifting the short skirt of her uniform so he can claim her tight ass. She stays perfectly still while he pushes inside, then moves with him, accepting every thrust. He finishes across her flushed face, and she does not flinch. Duty done, she waits for whatever he asks next.