How much hatred can one whore swallow?

"Earn what I have generously given you." It wasn't difficult to understand, and Lara wasn't stupid.

For now.

She had even seen something like this set-up before, in a video online. The difference was... What she got to lick. While in that video, the humiliated babysitter had to lick her employer's pussy, Lara was kissing the ring of Mrs. Padgett's arsehole. Her large cheeks consumed Lara's face and every few minutes, the blonde older woman would shift and press her arse down on the Tomb Raider, giving the brunette a constant reminder of her place.

It would have surprised Lara to know that the video she'd seen online was filmed in the very office she was in! Mrs. Padgett felt a responsibility to her children, and so had taken the time to turn her childrens' babysitters over the years into devoted slaves for her children, a special gift for their eighteenth birthdays.

Girls would try to seduce her husband or one of her children to get more money, then become amateur pornstars. In all the videos, only Mrs. Padgett's face remained unseen.

Skipping pussylicking to have her rim her arse was both an insult and a compliment. Others would learn the delights of Petunia's cunt and she'd hold it over her slaves as a treat. But along with not thinking Lara worthy of the treat that was her hot pussy until much more service, Petunia also believed the younger woman knew already she didn't deserve the treat.

Normally it took a month or a very focused weekend alone to embed that mindset into someone.

With all that said, Petunia was thus able to click an untitled program and see Lara Croft from many angles on her computer. The whore was soaked!

While still sat on the Countess, Mrs. Padgett used the back of one of her feet to rub the soaked crotch of her new whore, and one hand took to pinching and pulling on the hardened nipples of the brunette.

And between the cameras giving her a good view and her own experience, Mrs. Padgett was able to edge and tease Lara while getting several orgasms for herself.

Rich bitch had cum plenty of times already!

Beatrice came in at one point and while Lara Croft probably thought she'd gone unseen from where she was, Petunia hid nothing from the closest thing she had to a protege. The cameras broadcast to every computer in the building, accessible through a password known to both women.

It didn't stop there, as Mrs. Padgett then had one to one interviews with Chris, Pete and Stinky Tom!

From her submissive position, Lara had to listen to the words of men she was **** to fuck on camera. Inside the fat buttocks of Mrs. Padgett, she could hear her debasement like an auditory flashback. Little did she know, Mrs. Padgett was watching and rewatching the event with the three men, getting their thoughts and impressions of Lady Lara Croft.

It was a humiliating assessment of the Tomb Raider that presented a struggle for Mrs. Padgett as she had to keep stopping and starting her teasing of Lady Croft. Verbal degradation was doing a number on her as it turned out.

But Petunia wanted to drag it out. Keep Lara on the edge until the offices closed and she could look her in the eye.

Many orgasms for Petunia later, and none for Lara, and the older blonde pulled her arse off of Lara's face.

The young brunette looked a dreadful state. Her make-up was gone and her face was soaked in juices and sweat. Her tongue hung out like a dog and she looked too dizzy to really function as a human.

No matter.

Pulled up and pushed away from the chair, Lara looked up at the woman she was rapidly falling in love with and removed her shoes when held in front of her.

Holding a foot up, Mrs. Padgett watched in satisfaction as Lara kissed her foot. Yes. This was where such a spineless woman belonged. There was no bravery in the woman before her. Just lust. What did she call herself? An adrenaline junkie? That made sense. Her standing in defiance of people on her adventures wasn't a product of a heroic spirit, the whore was hoping to cocktease her aggressors!

"Deeper." Laura's eyes widened but melted from a hate-filled glare. Her mouth opened and Petunia pushed her way inside.

She had strap-ons at home, in her car, and in the office. But plastic was plastic. As satisfying as it was to fuck with them, Petunia relished when she could do things like this. Feel as she violates a hole, stretch some orifice until it is a slack fuckhole.

Kicking into the face of the Tomb Raider, watching her eyes roll back as she is **** to swallow and lick Mrs. Padgett's foot... Ideas entered the mind of the older woman. Instead of a passing fancy or a gift for a family member... A toy of her own this time?