Lunch

"Make me lunch, Josie," you order. "I've got a feeling I'm going to need a lot of energy."

"Oh yes!"your new maid agrees, getting up from the floor.

"If I do a good job, will you cum on my titties again?" She asked, shaking said titties slowly back and forth by way of advertisement.

"You really like that, don't you Josie?" You observe.

"Oh God yes!" She enthuses. "I mean, I know you made me like it, but it just feels so fucking good! I don't think I even care that you made me your bimbo sex ****! It's totally worth it if you'll keep busting a nut on my jugs!"

"You know, I can make other things feel just as good," you tell her. "I mean, I gave you a cunt for a reason."

You pull up her control panel and with a few adjustments, her new pussy becomes exquisitely sensitive and she develops a deep need to be penetrated.

"Oh God yes!" She exclaims as she hops onto the counter and starts masturbating. "Oh fuck but I need you to fuck me!"

"Stop!" You command and she freezes and looks up at you frantically.

"Wash your hands and make me lunch," you demand. "I forbid you from getting yourself off. You're going to have to earn your orgasms, Josie."

She pouts but gets off the counter.

"Yes, sir," she complies. "But you will fuck me after lunch, won't you? Please?"

"If it's good," you say. "And if I'm done with Justin."

"Justin?" Josie asks in near panicked distress.