A Fond Farewell: Lady Fyre & Mallory Sierra Femdom Executrix

Let's see what you're wearing.

I'm ready. Let's do this.

I think, uh, I have a different job for you than originally planned.

What do I have to do?

Okay, so here's the thing.

My husband has a lot of money.

And if his son turns 18, he gets to be the heir to my husband's money and not me.

So I'm not gonna get anything for putting up with this guy for this long.

Okay, I've been slowly poisoning my husband for a few months now, but he just won't die either.

If he doesn't die before his son turns 18, I don't get anything.

My husband has wanted a threesome forever, and I've--we've never done it.

And I just know that if he got to have a threesome in his weakened condition,

that that would really put him over the edge and kill him.

I mean, he's gonna die anyway.

He's in pain, and he's dying a slow death now.

And we can put him out of his misery in, like, a really awesome way.

And then I get a bunch of money, and you get a bunch of money, and--and what do you think?

I--I don't know. This doesn't seem right to me.

To--to kill someone?

I--I need a little incentive. I need some money up front.

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