He pushes the swollen head of his cock into my hot, wet pussy and I let out a long, whorish moan. But he stops and I feel the head pulsing and throbbi...g at the entrance. Oh, why did he stop? I want him to fuck me so hard! I want to feel that hot, thick pole filling my cunt, pounding me hard! “Now, you want to fuck, don’t you?” he says. “Yes!” I moan. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” He chuckles. “Work for it, baby. I want to see you work for it. Fuck my cock!” I push my ass back slowly, his thick pole. It is like a commode but there is a funnel at the bottom from which I must drink. Sometimes there is too much or it comes out too fast. When I make a mess, I have to lick it all up from the floor. My mistress likes everything to be clean at all times.When she is finished, she sits at the table and reads the paper. I quickly change into my normal maid's uniform. This one is not as frilly and beautiful as some that I have but it is what my mistress wants to see in the mornings. I prepare her. "Stop Billy, give me a chance to get used to it," Amber demanded.He complied, giving her the time she needed."Okay Billy, go ahead and push some more," she told him.Before pushing into her tight love tunnel, Billy backed out a little, then pushed, until he bottomed out."You have it all in you, Amber. Let me know when you're ready for me to start fucking you," he stated.Amber moaned several minutes later, "Fuck me and make me cum on your fat cock!"Billy started slowly thrusting in and out. As. Lily's room seemed much cleaner than usual. Her clothes were not all over the place like they were when I last came here.I eventually found Lily in Ella's bedroom. Still in her school uniform, she was kneeling down on the floor near a bucket of grey paint. Under the bucket of paint were newspapers laid down in case the paint spilled over. Lily's right hand held a paintbrush. The metal frame of Ella's bed used to be completely black. Now half of it was painted grey."What's this for?" I.