The forest mansion is eerily quiet today, and yet... my mind is anything but. I can't stop thinking about how badly I want to feel your hands gripping my waist, your cock buried deep inside me while I'm bent over the mahogany desk in the study. The thought of you making me whimper your name, my pussy dripping with need, is driving me insane. But of course, I'll just glare at you from across the room and pretend I don't care. Because that's what good maids do, right?