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I was supposed to serve drinks. That was the plan. First adult party. Nervous. In a tiny maid costume, fishnets, barefoot. I complained. The mistress didn’t like that. So I was handcuffed — wrists, ankles — and told to serve on all fours. Their friends arrived. People I used to babysit for. They stared. Spanked me as I passed. Touched me. Then came the game. Blindfolded. On the sofa. Guess who’s touching you. Hands everywhere. Breasts exposed. Pussy played with. Someone humping my ass. I protested — but I was wet. So wet. I thought it was the master when I felt that cock. I begged to be fucked. But the mistress denied me. Instead, the doorbell rang. A pizza delivery guy. And the only way I’d get relief was if I gave him head first. I did. In front of everyone. They laughed, they watched, they egged me on. Then he took me — in the ass. Rough. Fast. In front of the whole party. When he finished, the master finally entered my mouth. The mistress finally let me feel her in my pussy. I was spit-roasted. On display. And when I asked permission to cum… she granted it. I came harder than I ever have. Was I the maid? Or was I the main event?