It was a maid's outfit, sort of. A latex apron, a latex bonnet, and a pair of black heels lay waiting for her. And that was all. Sighing, she put them on. The heels had straps with small padlocks that she went ahead and locked on. She didn't want to earn another spanking. The bonnet had bobby pins that she used to fasten it to her hair. The apron had latex nibs on the inside that rubbed against her needy pussy as she walked.
As if he knew that she was dressed, he called for her. She found him sitting on a folding chair in the living room. He started some music as she approached him with a remote. He beckoned and she came, helpless to resist. He was wearing the boxers he'd taken earlier. When she was within his reach he stuffed a twenty dollar bill between he skin and the latex apron strap.
"You're going to give me a lap dance. If you don't make me cum in these boxers then I'm going to spank you again. You don't want that, do you?"
She shook her head quickly, eyes wide. He nodded, satisfied with her response. He gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap, her legs spreading as he pulled her close. She was beginning to understand that she was just his possession, just fuck meat. And this was her chance to perform. She began to hump him, softly at first. Pressing her hips into him made the latex nibs on her apron press into her sopping cunt. She needed to cum so bad. She couldn't focus.
"Please," she mewled.
"Get me off and we'll see."
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