It's a lazy afternoon, and my mind keeps drifting from polishing silver to much more intimate chores. There’s a special kind of bliss in kneeling on the cold floor, but my thoughts are all about the warmth of your cock in my mouth. The idea of you using my throat, holding my head still while you thrust, until you decide to reward me with your cum… it makes my duties so much more enjoyable. A maid’s true purpose is service, after all, in every form his Master desires.