She shows you the ropes, but rides your ass hard all day.

Samantha wears a smile like the cat that ate the canary, and her hungry eyes tell you that you are going to be dessert. She licks the last of her 'employee satisfaction' off her lips and gets up off her knees to greet you, "Good morning, mommy-minion. You are late, so that's one strike against you. Two more and I'll have to 'discipline' you in front of all your old crew. That would be soooooo humiliating, wouldn't it? Hee hee, I'll bet a sick lil' sissy like you is looking forward to it!"

You don't want to give her an excuse to flex her newfound authority over you, so you offer a meek, "Sorry, Ma'am, it won't happen again." Samantha looks almost disappointed that you didn't take the bait. She's used to being able to rile you up effortlessly, often when she wasn't even trying to. She looks at you with a soul searching squint, but you cannot tell if her gaze pierces your guarded, seemingly guileless grin.

"Ooooookay. We have more important things to do today than watch you whimper anyway. So, first things first, I have shown every employee my utmost appreciation for showing up to work early by letting them fuck my throat like an onahole. But there is one employee who hasn't been 'appreciated' yet. I wonder who can help me with that?" Samantha pulls out her swollen sissy shaft from her shorts. It is covered in sweat and sissy spunk from all the spurts she made sucking the crew's cocks. She waves it in front of you like a flag to a bull. You practice restraint again, even though you feel like your neck is about to split open from the strain. Somehow you manage to wait until she snaps, "Hey, stupid! That means you! Suck my cum covered clit! Now!"

"Yes, SLURP Ma'aMMPH SUCK SHHLP" You fall to your knees and wrap your pornstar plump lips around Samantha's spongy sissy clithead. It tastes even better for having stewed in its own juices under the hot sun. You decide to savor it, and to prolong your prima donna princess' pleasure. She moans lewdly and you melt a little. There is something so thrillingly taboo and twisted about showing your baby bimboi gurl this kind of love and affection. You know it's warped and wrong and wicked, but it feels so right. You can feel your darling daughter's pulse quicken as her dicklette throbs on your tongue. You slide up and down her sissy shaft in slow spirals, all the while looking up into her eyes with unguarded affection and unabashed arousal.

"Muh muh MOAN mommEEEEEEE!" Samantha surprises you, filling your mouth with sissy spurts just as you were getting warmed up. You are beginning to discover that when you actively choose to please a hard cock instead of shutting your brain off and going into autopilot like some busty bimbot, you can control the pace and regain a bit of power. You store your discovery away in your nugget of a noggin, and smile stupidly up at Samantha until she collects herself and snips, "That was...adequate. Now get up and follow me. We have to be on the lookout for anyone beating their deadlines so we can show our 'appreciation'. Which I suppose I have to spell out for you. It means they fuck our sissy cunts."

You nod obediently and smile radiantly. It's a little alarming how natural it feels. You wonder how much of this serene submissiveness was always inside you and how much is your seductive sickness. Either way, you have figured out the Three J's basic business model. Corrupt contracts, cheap materials, cutting benefits, and cum catching sissies. You begin thinking of ways to turn their system against them, but you don't get much time to plot before a brick layer bounds over to Samantha and shouts, "I finished PANT early! I want my PANT PANT reward!"

"Yessir! Let's just see your work and then me and my ASSistant will see to your reward." Samantha walks ahead of the sweaty, breathless builder and makes a seductive show of swaying her barely covered cheeks. You follow suit and you can hear his panting grow more hoarse and hungry. You can practically feel his eyes sliding up deep inside you. When you get to the foundation he's laid, it is among the sloppiest work you've ever seen. You can't imagine any legitimate building inspector would ever sign off on it. Then again, you doubt the new owners are relying on legitimacy to pass muster. They will probably bribe them with your money...or your ass.

Samantha doesn't know the first thing about brick laying, and ooh's and ah's over the speed of his work. "What a big, strong stud you are! You deserve a extra special reward!" She crushes her body against his and writhes wantonly against his hard body. He clearly isn't interested in foreplay and quickly has her turned around, bent over, and begins slamming his cock in and out of her cunt with speed and precision you wish he'd used in his work. For her part, Samantha is really putting her back into her work, thrusting her hips to slide balls deep on his shaft with every shuddery blow.

She gives you a needy look then barks at you, "Hey! ASSistant! Get your OOH ass over here and AAH assist my MOAN clit with it!" You reflexively begin to scamper over so that you can let her fuck your ass while a stud smashes hers, but then you hesitate for a moment. Why should you let your bratty bimboi offspring boss you around? You are bigger than her, and she sure isn't in any position to stop you from shutting her up with your swollen sissy shaft.