Sexy servant

I was chilling when Evey brought my tea. Right away I clocked it—she ditched the usual maid get-up for a see-through bra that showed everything she had. Blonde hair, big tits barely covered, hard little nipples pointing straight at me. I knew the game she was playing. Evey wanted in. Wanted to be my personal sex toy, the one girl who’d drop whatever she was doing and come running to take care of whatever got me hard. She stood there, chest out, waiting for me to say it first. I set the cup down, let my eyes drag over every inch, and gave her the nod she’d been fishing for. “On your knees, then. Let’s see how well you serve when the clothes come off.”