Give them some bonding time

Before either of them has a chance to react you unfasten the chain on Madison’s wrists and push her into her mother. As both of them begin to inarticulately wail you **** the teen’s hands behind Sarah’s back and reattach the chain, leaving them locked in and awkward embrace. You pull out of Madison and yank on the rope pulling her mother fully upright as Ms. Bishop grabs one of the teen’s ankles and secures it to the head of the bed. Her eyes darting madly, Madison begins awkwardly kicking with her one free leg, but you pin it down, allowing Ms. Bishop to secure her ankle. You step back off the bed to assess you handywork –blonde mother and blonde daughter bound together, tits to tits, cunt to cunt – as Ms. Bishop pulls a large black wand vibrator from the black box. It’s hum almost drowns out the gagged protests of the two women as your assistant forces it down between them, trapping it between their pussies.

Satisfied, you lie back on the bed as it shakes slightly with the two women’s struggles. Ms. Bishop lowers her lips over your still erect cock, licking off Madison’s juices as she touches a remote. The screen lights up with a God-eye view of Madison eagerly devouring her mother’s cunt. The teen, her back to the screen, continues to squirm in her bonds, but her mother stares, wide-eyed. “Now, you don’t want this to see the light of day, and I don’t want this to see the light of day. But this will require somewhat stricter terms to our arrangement. I’ll let Ms. Bishop explain,” you say.

“Yes, sir,” she says, climbing into your cock. She coos for a moment, her eyes closed as she slowly engulfs you, then opens her eyes and turns to the two bound women. “Sarah, you will keep a job at your current salary, although Mr. Drake may shuffle you to some other position.” She begins pumping up and down on her cock. “Your daughter is now part of the arrangement. An unofficial intern.” You reach up to pinch your assistant’s diamond-hard nipples. “Both of you, all of your holes will be available to Mr. Drake anytime, for any purpose he wishes.” She grins like a predator and grinds herself down on you, and you grab her hips. “No fucking and, ah, no touching yourself unless he tells you to. We’ll take steps to, oh God, ugh, keep your honest.” Both the blondes are breathing heavily now. “One excepting. You can fuck each other all you want.” Ms. Bishop’s head flicks toward the screen as a shudder runs through her body. “You can’t deny you fucking loved it,” she breathes as you got into the act, thrusting up into her as your balls begin to boil and your assistant’s cunt clamped down and the two blondes blushed and shook and rolled their eyes. “And Mr. Drake would never get between a mother and daughterrrr…”