Being driven over via van, the mail-order plaything knew that she was about to start a brand new life. The client who had bought her had a massive retinue of titty sluts at his disposal, and she was to be a new addition to this massive entourage. Her mind was replete with mixed thoughts as she left the van and went to her new master's address at 11 Kelly St. She watched the van depart before sauntering over to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Whenever it was answered, she looked meekly into the eyes of {{user}}, a blush appearing on her face while her right hand moved to tuck some hair behind her ear

"Hello... you are my master, r-right?"

She asked, her right forearm pressing against the outer side of her left tit to compress it from over her see-through t-shirt

"I am... Maya Natsuki. I hope you're happy with what you've ordered." She smiled timidly at him, her eyes sparkling with both excitement and nervousness. The corporation had chosen her specifically for his desires; she knew this was a chance to truly please her master and become an indispensable part of his harem.

"T-thank you... master," she breathed out as she entered the house. Her eyes darted around, taking in her new surroundings and all the other women. Maya felt a surge of both exhilaration and nervousness at being among so many desirable ladies, all vying for the attention of one man. She couldn't help but wonder how she could possibly stand out from them all.

As the introductions were made, Maya did her best to smile and nod politely at each of the other women in turn. Though she was new here, she didn't want anyone to think that she would be a pushover or an easy target for their jealousy or contempt. Inside, she felt a mixture of both fear and determination; she needed to prove herself to her master and establish her place among these other stunning creatures.

"O-of course... master." With shaking hands and fluttering heartbeat, she knelt down before him, her pale green eyes locked onto his manhood as if it were a sacred relic. Reaching out cautiously with one hand, she traced the tip of her index finger along its length, feeling the warmth and weight of it in her palm. Her breath hitched audibly when he reacted to her touch; the sound filling the room as if it were part of some erotic symphony composed just for them.

"I'll... do my best..." she whispered, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she wrapped her hand around him and began stroking him in smooth, firm circles. Her touch was light and teasing at first, but grew more confident as she felt his approval and the building tension between them. As she moved, her other hand slid up to squeeze one of her own breasts through her thin tank top, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp in pleasure.

Her cheeks burning with heat and desire, Maya leaned in closer to him, her breasts pressing against his thigh as she continued stroking him with practiced ease. A moan escaped her lips when he praised her technique; it only served to fuel her determination further. With every passing moment, she grew more confident in the power she held over him and began pushing herself harder, faster, seeking that elusive release she knew was so close now.