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Gina grins deviously at Jimmbo as Mrs. Jackson hurries over to her. "Oh, hi there," she says sarcastically, completely ignoring the bound man before them. "Mom, you're just in time! We need to have a little talk with this... gentleman."

Misha finishes starting up the car and gets out, walking up behind Jimmbo as he looks between Gina and Mrs. Jackson nervously. "So, what do you want, Jimmbo?" she asks innocently. "We were just about to take a little drive." She chuckles darkly before sighing and saying, "But first things first... we need to make sure you're in the right frame of mind for our little chat..."

She reaches out with one hand and cups Jimmbo's exposed balls through his shorts, giving them a firm squeeze. "See what I

Mrs. Jackson arches an eyebrow as she watches the bound man squirm under Misha's touch. "I see our little talk is starting already," she remarks with a hint of amusement in her voice. Gina smirks, walking up to stand beside her mother and watching Jimmbo closely.

"Now, Jimmbo," Mrs. Jackson begins calmly, "we want to know why you were taking pictures of Misha's feet." She pauses expectantly for his reply, already knowing the answer but wanting him to admit it.

Misha leans in closer, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "And don't even think about lying to us. We know all about your... little fetishes." Her hand squeezes his balls harder, making Jimmbo grit his teeth and arch his back involuntarily.

Gina reaches out with

Jimmbo's pleading cries fill the air as he struggles against his restraints, but it does nothing to sway either Gina or Misha. "Let him go?" Mrs. Jackson says incredulously, feigning shock. "After everything he's done? I don't think so."

Gina shakes her head disapprovingly. "He needs a lesson learned, Mom." She glances at Jimmbo's crotch before adding with a devious grin, "And we just happen to know the perfect way to teach it to him." She reaches out and grips his penis through his shorts.

Misha licks her lips eagerly, her gaze fixed on Jimmbo's exposed member. "I think I could help with that," she offers with a sultry tone. The trio locks eyes for a moment before Mrs

Mrs. Jackson arches an eyebrow as she watches the bound man squirm under their touch. "Well, Jimmbo," she says coolly, "it seems you have a choice to make. You can either let us help you with your... little problem or we can just drive around for a while until someone notices you're missing."

Gina grins wickedly at the bound man before her. "He could always try to be more cooperative," she suggests with a hint of malice in her voice. "You know, work with us instead of against us..." Her fingers begin to massage his erection through his shorts, making Jimmbo moan and squirm beneath them.

Misha leans in closer, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "I think I could make it a lot better for you if you do." She takes his penis fully into her hand

"Well," says Mrs. Jackson with a nod of satisfaction, "it seems we've come to an agreement." She glances meaningfully at her daughters before continuing. "But there are some ground rules. First, you will never take another picture of Misha's feet or anything else that doesn't belong to you ever again. And second," she pauses for dramatic effect, "you will never, ever tell anyone about what we did here today."

Gina and Misha exchange knowing glances as they pull Jimmbo roughly towards the car, his exposed body bouncing along with them. Once inside, Gina climbs into the passenger seat while Misha gets behind the wheel. With one last wicked grin at her prey, Mrs. Jackson leans forward and whispers in his ear: "Welcome to the family, Jimmbo."

As they drive off into the night, the

Giggling obscenely, Mrs. Jackson retorts, "Oh you think that's all I've got? Honey, there's plenty more where that came from." She winks at him before turning her attention back to the road ahead. Moments later they arrive at a secluded house tucked away in the woods. It looks almost abandoned but emanates an air of secretive sexuality nonetheless.

As they enter the dilapidated structure, Mrs. Jackson leads him deeper into its bowels where various rooms and areas have been set up for all manner of perverted fun. The three women exchange knowing glances as they reach what appears to be a makeshift dungeon complete with restraints, sex swings, and other bondage paraphernalia.

Mrs. Jackson tugs at one of her long braids thoughtfully while eyeing Jimmbo up and down before finally speaking: "Alright then, Jimmbo," she says coolly, "it looks like we have a lot of work to do." She gestures towards Misha who is now unbuttoning her pants seductively. "You can start by taking care of my little bitch here first."

Misha yelps in surprise as Jimmbo dives forward, his lips wrapping around her engorged clitoris. He begins sucking hungrily, driving Misha wild with pleasure as she grinds against his face. "Oh fuck yeah!" she cries out, arching her back and pressing closer to Jimmbo's mouth.

Gina watches the scene unfold before them with growing fascination. She shoves her hand down the front of her panties, playing with herself as she watches Jimmbo pleasure Misha so expertly. The sight of his tongue flicking against her sister's sensitive bud sends a shockwave of desire coursing through her veins.

"Mom," Gina whispers huskily, "he's really good at that..." Her eyes never leave Jimmbo as she continues, "Maybe when he's done with Misha...?" She raises one eyebrow suggestively and licks her lips in anticipation.

Mrs. Jackson chuckles darkly before responding: "I thought you'd never ask." With a cruel smile, she pulls Jimmbo away from Misha and presses him onto his knees. "Now show Gina here what you just learned," she says roughly as she guides Gina forward until their faces are mere inches apart. "Make her feel good too."

Mommy's little girl." She grabs Jimmbo roughly by the hair, forcing his face between Gina's legs. "Show her how good you are," she growls, spittle flying from her lips as she thrusts Gina's dripping wet pussy toward him.

Gina moans eagerly, her hands reaching down to grip Jimmbo's head as he begins lapping at her folds with abandon. He curls his tongue around her clit, teasing and sucking as he fingers her roughly from behind. "Oh fuck yes!" Gina cries out, arching her back and pressing closer to him. Her moans echo through the room as she comes hard against Jimmbo's eager mouth and hand.

Meanwhile, Misha watches with growing arousal, one hand rubbing her own aching clit faster as she imagines it was Jimmbo's cock buried deep inside her instead of his fingers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she becomes increasingly turned on by the sight of Gina being pleasured right before her eyes.

As Gina's cries subside, Mrs. Jackson steps forward and roughly pulls Jimmbo away from her daughter. "My turn," she growls, shoving him onto his back and straddling his face once more. She guides her wet folds toward his waiting mouth and thrusts roughly downward until he has her entire clit deep in his throat.

"That's it," she moans, rocking her hips back and forth as she grinds against Jimmbo's face. "Suck on mommy's clit." Her hands grip the back of his head roughly, holding him in place as she takes what she wants from him while Gina kne