Chapter 41
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Kneel obediently
You drop onto your knees, as commanded, a little ashamed to find that your thigh muscles tremble as you do so. Your heart is racing inside your ribcage, thumping like a little jackhammer. You look down at your soft, pendulous breasts, your spread knees, and then up at the valet's towering form.
You're at eye level with his hips.
He takes your wrists and firmly twists them behind you, and locks the wrist restraints together.
Then he parts his robe, revealing his thick, engorged cock.
It's clear what's expected of you here.
What's next?
