The mansion was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced upon the plush velvet furniture. Amber and Billie reclined on a couch, their bodies draped in provocative lingerie that left little to the imagination. They sipped champagne, their laughter echoing through the secluded rooms of the mansion.
Amber, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, playfully insulted Shaun, who was on his knees, polishing her stiletto heels. "Small fry," she said, her voice sharp and witty. "Barely enough to satisfy a hamster."
Billie chuckled, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "She's not wrong, Shaun," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're about as useful as a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest."
Shaun, his head bowed, accepted their insults with a submissive smile. He knew his place, and he was content to serve Amber and Billie, no matter how they treated him.
Amber's phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. "Our contact confirms fifteen men for tonight's festivities," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Shaun, still on his knees, was tasked with preparing the room. He set out towels, lubricant, and condoms, his movements quick and efficient.
Amber and Billie inspected his work, making snide comments about his inadequacies. "Did you forget the lubricant, Shaun?" Amber asked, her voice filled with mock surprise.
Shaun, his face flushed, quickly rectified his mistake. He knew better than to disappoint Amber and Billie.
The doorbell rang, and Shaun rushed to answer it, welcoming the first group of men into the mansion. They were toned, muscular, and eager. Amber and Billie greeted them with seductive smiles, leading them to a spacious bedroom adorned with red satin sheets.
The men eagerly undressed, revealing toned, muscular bodies. Amber and Billie, taking turns, orally pleased each man, teasing and taunting them with their expert skills. Shaun, on all fours, obediently serviced the men, cleaning their genitals with his mouth after each encounter.
Amber and Billie, satisfied with their work, positioned themselves on the bed, inviting the men to take turns penetrating them. The room filled with the sounds of moans, gasps, and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
Shaun, at the foot of the bed, eagerly awaited his turn to clean the men's genitals and the women's orifices, savoring every drop of cum and every trace of excrement. He was content to serve Amber and Billie, no matter how they treated him. He was their obedient servant, their willing submissive. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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