Yes

"Yes, she is," said Mara.

Kent thought he saw Mara slightly roll her eyes.

"She and her mother are lying out by the pool," the woman continued, "Shall I call her for you?"out

"Let's you and I get better acquainted first," said Kent, gripping the bone.

"Certainly," said Mara. She shut the front door, and they went into the living room.

Kent saw a middle-aged Latina maid in a black knee length maid outfit cross the room, smile politely, and enter the kitchen. He sat down next to Mara on the couch. "So Mara," he said, "I know you really can't stand Angelina and her spoiled brat bitch of a daughter, can you?"

Mara looked out a large bay window to make sure the Swearingen women were still outside then leaned in towards Kent. "Yes, you are so right."

"Tell me, are you married?" asked Kent.

"No, but I have a boyfriend," answered Mara.

"But you are bisexual," said Kent.

"Um, how could you tell?" asked Mara.

"I'm good that way," said Kent. "I also know you love to be submissive to men but dominant to women, and you would just love to be Angelina's lesbian dominatrix. Seeing her humiliated and degraded. It would turn you on." The bone turned hot.

"Oh, you have no idea!" said Mara in a heated whisper.

"Go get Angelina," said Kent. "Tell her it's is very important."

"OK," said Mara. She got up and walked through a pair of French doors to the backyard. A few moments later, she came back with Angelina.

Angelina Swearingen was in her early forties, but thanks to plastic surgery, looked younger. Her firm and impossibly round D cups strained against her black bikini top. Her long, thick, wavy hair, dyed honey blonde was in a pony tail. She wore large sunglasses. "Yes, may I help you?" she asked with an annoyed voice.

Kent stood up. "Yes, you may," said Kent. "I am here to set you free."

"What are you talking about?" Asked Angelina, "I don't have time to waste."

"I know you have long had a deep desire to be a lesbian fuck toy and to have Mara here be your dominatrix," said Kent as the bone kept up its heat.

Angelina swallowed. "Um,well..."

"Tell her!" said Kent.

Angelina turned to Mara. "Mara, I would like...I mean love...it for you to be...."

"Your dominatrix, bitch?" asked Mara sternly.

"Yes, Mara," Angelina said meekly.

"Good," said Kent. "We got that out of the way. "Angelina, double Mara's salary since she is your boss in this house now. Oh, and you also know your daughter is a spoiled rotten bitch who needs to be put in her place."

Angelina nodded. "Yes, you're right."

"You failed at raising her," said Kent. "You need to make it up. Sell her car and donate the money to charity. Give _all _of her clothes to charity then buy her a new wardrobe from the clearance rack at a discount store. Got it?" The bone was very hot, but not too hot to burn.

"Yes, it's the least she deserves," said Angelina.

"Call the maid in here," Said Kent.

"Claudia!" called Angelina.

A moment later, the maid came in. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Claudia," said Kent. "Marcy is going to be you apprentice. She is a spoiled brat and has to work to make up or it. Angelina is going to make her do all of your work for you under your supervision, and Marcy must obey you. You hate Marcy, so you'll enjoy this."

A wicked smile crossed Claudia's face.

"Angelina will double your salary since you are a manager now," said Kent. "Also, if a floor has to be cleaned, Marcy must scrub it on her hands and knees. She must prove the toilets are clean by drinking from them. Angelina will buy Marcy the skimpiest French maid outfit she can find and a pair of four inch heels, and Angelina will make her be the waitress and maid for any parties she throws and make her wear a ball gag. Isn't that right, Angelina?"

"Yes, she deserves it, and Claudia, she will obey you!"

"Good, now call her in here," said Kent.

Angelina walked to the French doors. "Marcy, come in here now!"