The weekend comes to an end

When Sunday evening finally arrives and you decide that Diane has been completely mind broken to the point that she's just as much of a depraved whore as her daughters, reduced to nothing more than a **** nymphomaniac who will do whatever you instruct her to like the good submissive whore she is, you introduce her to her new contract at your company. Minutes after you summoned her, she steps into your study wearing nothing but a skimpy thong bikini that she had on after lounging out by the pool during some of her free time.

"You called for me sir?" She says in her new submissive tone as she steps into the doorway to your home office.

"I did, come take a seat." You say, gesturing to the chair opposite you at your desk.

Diane does as instructed, taking a seat directly opposite you and crossing her legs to cover her exposed nether region and maintain some decency, even though her massive tits are almost completely out on display. She seems slightly uncomfortable as she sits due to her asshole still being sore from the events of Friday night. You were kind enough to only use her pussy and throat this weekend, giving her back door some time to heal, a process which had been expedited thanks to the soothing cream Tracy and Mia have stocked in bulk thanks to the regular use of their rear ends.

"I think it's time we updated your contract at the company, to better reflect your status." You say as she fidgets to find a comfortable spot.

As you say this, you slide over a printed copy of the new contract for Diane to read. She ceases her fidgeting to pick it up and start reading it from top to bottom. As she does so, her eyes open wide with surprise.