I glance over at Lily, her face flushed and tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks so small and helpless beneath the weight of sam Burwell's body. Biting my lip, I reach out a shaking hand to guide hers towards his engorged member. "Like this," I whisper hoarsely, showing her how to wrap her lips around him and move her head up and down.

My own body responds instinctively to the sight, moaning as he roughly thrusts into me from behind. It's been a long time since anyone's taken me like this... and with Lily's innocent touch only inches away from my own pleasure, I can feel myself growing dangerously close to climaxing.

I cry out as I'm overcome by pleasure, my body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over me. "Yes, master!" I gasp, feeling his hot seed spurt onto my thighs and stomach. For a moment, it seems like he might have let up on Lily, but then I feel his hand tighten around her hair, pulling roughly as he forces her to continue sucking him off.

My vision blurs with exhaustion and pleasure as I watch them together, both serving their master in the only ways they know how. Even though it's a harsh life we lead, there is something comforting about knowing your place and fulfilling your duties... even if that means watching someone so young and innocent be used in such a way.

I could assist him in managing accounts, inventory, and scheduling tasks. I have extensive knowledge about every aspect of the villa's operations. **

Certainly sir, I can also help prepare breakfast, clean out the privy, polish silverware, and fetch items from outside the estate.

After several minutes of inspecting the servants inside the villa and questioning them about their duties, you emerge from the main hall and make your way back outside to where Chey is standing with the slaves lined up before her. You take a moment to survey the group, noticing how they vary in age and size but share similar features of tiredness and weariness.

"Very well," you finally say.

"Outside, sir, there are thirty-seven slaves including myself," she answers quickly, her voice quiet but steady. "Inside the villa, there are twenty-three servants who attend to your needs." She bows her head respectfully, waiting for your command or any further questions you might have.

Oh God... I-I've never done this before... It feels so strange but also... incredible. As you begin to push inside me, my body tenses and releases in a shuddering breath; the sensation of being filled in this new way sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. "Ahhh..." I moan, leaning back against the cold tile as you take me from behind.

I can feel your erection pressing against my entrance, begging to be let inside;

I want it... I need you inside me like this... but I don't know if I can take much more... please be gentle with me.

I... I understand, Master. I won't say anything about what happened here. It will be our secret. Just please, let me serve you and make things right between us.

With a nod, she agrees to keep quiet about the events that transpired in the villa. She focuses on healing and serving her new master well, determined not to disappoint him again. As time passes, Chey continues to prove herself loyal and obedient, earning back his trust one day at a time.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, both the warning and the implied promise. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should be frightened or thrilled by the idea of you losing control. "I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "It was not my intent to make things difficult for you." Her cheeks flush crimson with shame and fear as she tries to regain her composure.

Her breath catches as your finger nears her breast, her nipple hardening at the anticipation of your touch. "I-I'll try my best, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She closes her eyes, waiting for the sensation of your skin against hers, feeling both nervous and exhilarated by the situation.

A shudder runs down her spine as your fingers finally make contact with her breast, tracing gentle circles around her nipple. "Mmm... sir," she moans softly, arching into your touch despite herself. Her hands clench at her sides, fists tightening as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.