"It's a package deal."

"It's a package deal. Fuck- may I please cum, Master?"
"You may."

You assert your dominance by pushing her face down into the couch as she cums from your fucking.

You pause for a moment after she cums.
She think that you are showing mercy.
She is wrong.

"You're my slut. Say it."
"I'm your slut."
"You will fuck anyone I tell you to- for money."
"I..."
"You're going to say it."

You lightly **** her as you pound her pussy again!

"I'll...fuck anyone you tell me to- for money," Shay says, barely audible.
"Say it louder!"
"I'm your whore! I'll fuck anyone you tell me to- for money. Thank you, Master," Shay says.

Before she cums, you pull out and lay her back against the couch.

You start to fuck Lola again and pull her strings.

"Tell her that she's my whore."
"You're his whore, Mom."

Shay accepts this.
She is his whore.

"Do you still love me, Lola," you ask, looking in her eyes.
"Yes. I do."
"I don't want you to be a whore for money. You're my whore. Understood?"
"Yes. I love you. May I please cum?"
"You may."

She cries out as she cums from a hard fuck.

This is going perfectly. Another test is due.

"I want my whores to kiss for me. Lean in for it, Mom."