Being a butler was bad enough, but working for an entitled rich chick was a special kind of hell. Girlsway Destiny Mira constantly had me perform the most ridiculous tasks, simply to prove she owned me. But the power dynamic shifted when she accidentally sent me a compromising text meant for her mother’s bf. That was my ticket to turn the tables. She had made me massage her feet, so now I was going to make her massage my cock with every part of her body. If she truly wanted me to keep her secret, she was going to have to show me just how desperate she was. After this, she wouldn’t be a brat anymore.