“Ann, honey, your cleaning is terrible, but I realize that’s because you’ve never worked a day in your life. Ann’s six feet of height dwarfed Max’s 5’9” stature, and she was flat as a board, with no tits or ass to speak of. She stood up and walked back over to the computer, past the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still sitting on the coffee table. She forced her way in, looked around his apartment disapprovingly, and loudly declared, “Your place is a dump!”
Max had to bury his indignation once more. “Master?”
“Yes, Slave Maid Ann?”
“I love that you’ve made my body get more and more aroused when exposed to your delightful odor, because your sexy Slave Maid loves feeling horny and ready for service whenever she’s around you. Once she’d played nice for a while and had him wrapped around her little finger, she’d have to do something about his hygiene. She eventually got up from her chair entirely and retreated to the couch at the other end of the living room. She stood up and walked back over to the computer, past the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still sitting on
