It was the day that I hired my new maid. He was a cute femboy. In addition to his maid suit, he wore cat ears and a furry tail. Since the tail hung at a relatively low angle, it was very easy to deduce the method in which it was attached. His first, relatively simple task was to make me coffee, I specified that I desired milk in the coffee. However, when the coffee came to me, it had no milk at all. When I pointed it out to him, he blushed and immediately started walking toward the refrigerator. After he opened it, he kneeled to check the bottom shelves of the fridge—presumably where he stores his own milk. Being a slightly incompetent maid, he failed to locate the milk. While still kneeling, he slowly rotated towards me while saying: “Umm… Where do you keep the mi—” He stopped taking; he could not help but notice that I was standing over him, putting my bulge on display. His hands trembling, he slowly reached out to lift up his skirt, revealing his own boner. I held him and carried him to my bed. He lied down and we rubbed our cocks together. Then, when preparing for sex, he removed his tail plug. “Umm… Where do I put this?” I gently took it from his surprisingly feminine hands and plugged my anus with it. He lifted his legs up over his head, and we started having sex in the missionary position. After a while, we came. Since he was in the missionary position, his cock was pointed towards his face. Therefore, he came on his cheek. I licked it off, finally getting to drink—or rather eat—my milk.