Feeling the excellent back rub that Karyn was giving him and looking down at Karyn's mother Denise who looked back up at him with a tranquil submissive smile on her face, Jon made a decision. They were already practically halfway there, so why not go the whole nine yards?
"I think I know the best way to deal with your mom, Karyn," Jon said to his friend. "And it involves you too."
Karyn stopped massaging Jon's shoulders and listened. Whatever Jon said next would be the best idea ever. She just knew it.
"From now on, both you and your mother will be my slaves," Jon said, smiling. "How does that sound?"
