Admire the outfits.

"I love how you are all dressed like french maids."

"Whose do you like most?" — Tiffany, the blonde, asked her, staring deeply into Jen's eyelids.

Jen stepped forward and demonstratively inspected her from the hairpiece to her shoes, even though the first sighting was detailed enough. During these moments, however, a plan started to form inside her mind. Yeah. That can work.

"Of course, you are unbeatable, sweetie! You wear a 'respectable' maid's dress, but your shoes are giving you away from a mile." — Tiffany's breasts were now pushing against her dress even harder, and she stood on the very tiptoes in her tasteless screaming pink fuck-me heels as Jen kept feeding the right thoughts into her ears.

"Naww, naww, I'm just gonna wipe the duhhhst." — Tiffany was only teasing herself with that. Her knees were already very weak.

Jen threw a powerful glimpse at Aisha, who she assumed was a tougher nut to break. To her satisfaction, the brown-skinned beauty was smiling wider than before, and her eyes were also getting dreamy.

"You can't fool me. Your shameless boobies are so far out for some care."

Jen led her hand behind the trembling girl, and she immediately collapsed onto it, almost dropping the steel-clad seducer with her. It was now that Jen discovered what was holding Tiffany's arms behind. It was a strong, inescapable leather armbinder.

"Feel it? I put it on... to be helpless... when I'm touched... when I'm happy..." — she was speaking in short replicas as her excitement was demanding more air to support it.

Tiffany stood on her knees and her armbinder, bending her body outwards. Jen accepted the invitation and started to stroke the area around her erect nipples very gently. Her high-pitched moans were immediately loud and peculiarly infectious. Not without difficulty, Jen herself retained her focus on the situation and noticed that Aisha was slowly sliding down the wall, one hand deep under her ruffled skirt, all while Dolly was wondering what the hell was going on.

Jen decided that it would be optimal to involve her as well, and gently grabbed one of her inflated rubber mittens equipped with a feather duster. Dolly went down to her knees obediently, allowing her duster to be led under Tiffany's skirt that was happy to step aside.

When the first feather brushed over the clitoris, Tiffany's eyes went completely blank, her head fell back and her mouth opened wide to grab some more air. Jen immediately reacted by pushing the duster deeper inside. The sequence was successful with a margin.

Tiffany was all trembling with joy as she collapsed to the floor completely. Her screams were not as loud as one could tell by the prelude, but loud enough to muffle the noises that Aisha was making after succeeding to drive herself to a peak of her own. Dolly was, in the meanwhile, continuing to apply her attention to Tiffany, who would not be able to stop it despite her best effort.

And Jen has already vanished. She was waking down the corridor to the maids' screams, smirking with satisfaction.

"You were making them happy. Maybe you should have stayed at their little orgy for a bit longer?"

The girl slowed down for a second, but quickly came up with a response:

"These three are sinners and I am their Demon of Temptation."

"What a spectacular beginning for your new day job!"