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The Master's voice echoes in her mind, "Touch yourself, my pet. Make yourself come." The stunning maid complies, her eyes locked onto his. She runs her fingers up and down her smooth, wet slit, her touch gentle yet firm. She traces her folds, her clit throbbing with need. Her skin flushes, her breath hitches, but she continues, her body writhing in silent ecstasy, all under her Master's watchful, approving gaze.