The same as before, then farther

Jason makes sure to follow the same steps as he had before, asking the same questions. He doesn't want a thing to change. He's surprised to find this boring the second time. He's seen the same porn clips dozens of times, some of his favorite cuckold ones nearly on loop while he gets himself off. This is certainly better than any of those, being in person, and with someone he's long lusted for having him watch as she dominates another woman. He worries that he's desensitizing himself too much with some of the extremes. He just watched his family at the power of another man, it's hard to escalate from there. Helping his sexy Egyptian coworker rip this upstanding Christian family apart by pleasuring a mother and daughter with a massive strap on is going to have to do.

"You're doing great," Yasmine says. "We're going to have plenty of time to work on technique when you're on the job." She strokes the girl's long, straight red hair fondly. "What's that look? Are you surprised you have the job? I'm absolutely going to hire you, as long as you keep going until I say stop." It takes her real restraint not to shove the thing down the girl's throat. There's no way she's going to get off to this. After this is over, she's going to have to go find Kaylee and give her what she wants.

Kate slowly finds the courage to try harder, go deeper. She tries to picture her husband's penis in front of her, but she can't get the image of her new boss out of her mind. Does she want this? There's no way, is there? No, she's sure she just wants to do a good job for her new employer. If she does well at this, this is job security. She keeps going until her jaw starts to ache.

"Okay, Sweetie, I think you've done enough," Yasmine says. She lifts the girl's chin off her toy cock and pulls her to her feet. "Give me a kiss."

Jason checks his watch. Shit, this isn't long enough; the hour is still 20 minutes away. "Yasmine, don't you want to see how she does on your pussy too?"

Yasmine glares at him. "I told you not to talk. For that, you don't get to see more. I want your hands on the table, and don't move." She turns her back to him when previously she made sure he could see everything. "He's right, though," she says to the girl. "I need to see how well you pleasure a woman." She spreads her legs again, shifting the toy to the side.

Jason curses at himself, now not getting the show. He imagines what's going on as he sees the girl move in, her hand down in front of Yas.

The only pussy Kate has ever touched is her own, but as she reaches down and obediently feels her boss's wet lips, she knows what to do. The little sinner couldn't resist her own Devil's Doorbell throughout her youth. This is just an easy extrapolation of that. She runs her fingers between the lips, teasing, letting the soft of her finger lightly graze her boss' clit. She knows she's done well when her boss moans. She remembers being asked for a kiss, so she leans in and brushes her lips against her new boss's, surprised how warm and inviting they are. Not like her husband's tight, thin lips, and the scratchy beard around them. She keeps going, eventually slipping a finger into the woman, leaning over her intimately. If she helps her orgasm, maybe she'll get to leave.

Then, though, the door to the conference room opens behind the girl and, as far as Yasmine can tell, a porn star looks in. The woman has the acting skills of a porn star too when she says all in a rush, as if having rehearsed the line, "sorry to interrupt, I'm just looking for the bathroom." And it's only that rehearsing that let her finish the sentence, because the moment that what she saw registered on her face she stops. "Um, Katie? What're you doing there?" she asks.

Kate pulls her fingers out quick, whips around, stammers, "uhhhh Mo-om?" her voice catches. "This isn't what... my boss told me... I got the job." She tries to smile at her mother, standing completely nude, her fingers slick with her new boss's vaginal discharge.

Yasmine wants to see this play out, but if she's reading the woman right (and when doesn't she?), she knows that this is going to go wrong very quickly if she doesn't do something. "Come in and shut the door," she commands. This woman, Kate's mom, is used to taking orders. She wants to take orders. Yasmine can already tell this woman has been looking for some kind of release.

"So, um, Ma'am, this is my mom, Bunny. Mom, this is my new boss, Ms. Ashraf." Kate's autopilot wants her to make introductions? Kate lets her autopilot take over.

Bunny does what she's told, stepping inside. Rage begins to fill her. "I don't know what kind of sick, ungodly..."

"Shut up. And that's 'Mistress Ashraf,' Kate. Get used to that. No, Bunny, you know exactly what this is. This is what you've been looking for your entire life. You've been waiting for someone like me. Admit it."

Bunny looks over the woman trying to hold on to her contempt. She fingers the gold cross at her neck, trying to find respite from her lust in the Lord like she has so many times in her life. But this is just so much. Her daughter, already corrupted by what is surely an agent of Satan. Her own inner demons fighting to break free. "Yes, Ma'am," she says.

"Mom!" Kate shouts.

"No, my new toy, this is who she is. Come here, Bunny, I think I have room in my schedule for another interview."