Well... until you are interupted!

First things first, you need to clean yourself up. Cleaning would be difficult with your boss' cum all over your face! Opening the closet, you not only find a horde of cleaning supplies but a small sink. Turning it on, you wash your face and towel yourself dry.

With that done, you get to work. You decide to clean from the front to the back, being as thorough as you possibly could. You vacuumed the carpet, dusted the bar, wiped down the fridge, polished the floor, and did everything else to make the room look as good as possible.

You were just getting to her desk, the scene of your "examination", when you heard the door open. You spun around, your eyes wide with terror. You were far from finished and feared you had taken too long.

However, it was not either of your bosses in the doorway. It was a much younger woman, only a year or two older than you. She is absolutely gorgeous, the blonde's proportions that of a model. An hourglass figure, B-cup tits, and a slender yet firm ass. All shown off in yoga pants and a crop top. She had not noticed you yet, too engrossed in her phone to have looked up. You just stand there like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do.

"Hey, Mom?" She asks, taking another step into the room. "Do you know when..." Finally raising her head, she notices that you are not in fact her mother. Her surprise is shortly replaced by annoyance as she puts her phone away.

"Damnit, she said she'd be working in here today!" She groans, stamping her foot. "Did she tell you where she was going?"

"No, she didn't, ma'am, sorry!" You reply, trying your best to look like you belonged.

She does not like your response, however. Her eyes narrow at you as she takes a step closer. "Who are you? I don't recognize you, and I know all the help. Are you new?"

"Y-yes, I started today."

Another step closer, another glare directed your way. "Figures. You'd have to be that fresh to make such a stupid mistake. When talking to any woman in my family, you will use mistress, not ma'am!"

"Sorry, mistress, I meant no offense," you backpedal, raising your hands defensively. "I've only been here a few hours... it won't happen again!"

"Only a few hours, huh?" Her anger seems to shift into curiosity. "So you got checked out by Olivia, did you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And did my mom approve you?"

"Just for the rest of the day, Mistress?"

"Only for the day?" Her grin was devilish by this point, which almost scared you more than her anger. "Oh, that's very interesting..." Closing the distance between you, she pressed her body against yours. The sudden contact made you jump, but she grabbed you before you could move. Her hands roamed your chest, her eyes amused but dominant.

"That means you've been teased all morning, haven't you?" Her right-hand dips lower, playing with the waistband of your uniform. "Played with by Olivia and my mother but not quite allowed to... release, isn't that right?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," you admit, trembling under her touch. She was right, you were aching for release. With just the barest of touch, you were already back at full mast, your pants embarrassingly tented.

"Awww, that's too bad!" She mocked, giggling at your torment. "If only there was some way to relieve you..." Her dainty fingers dipped into your pants, inching closer and closer to your shaft. "Someone who was feeling charitable enough to help out the poor servant boy..."

You dared not say a word, completely at the daughter's mercy. Though in your head you were begging her to just go a little bit lower...