I excitedly announce to mommy that I got my freelance job paycheck.
"Good boy!" She utters. You can get your good boy handjob or boobjob of the month, but you must first clean the dishes in your maid dress and also order mommy a new hermes bag.
I excitedly get in my maid costume and run to the kitchen and do the dishes, then come back and order some. She tells me to bend over and fingers me to a sissygasm.
After I feel the toxic masculine agression wash away to a calm serenity it's 9 PM and I cuddle mommies boobies while she squeezes my ass and tells me I'm a thick bitch. She makes me get up and bring her a glass of water.
I doze off dreaming about kebabs.
consumed by avarice
