Her fucker fiancé was making her do all sorts of things. She was happily playing it to his liking on video. I was standing close to her watching this...live show. After a few minutes, their session was over. She switched off her laptop, She sat on the sofa with her head relaxing on the chair.She closed her eyes pushed her hands inside her pants and started to rub her pussy with her fingers. She kept doing it for some time. She could not do it properly, she got up pushed her pants down. I could. "We talked about the best time to spring the news that we were leaving early and decided to wait until after Thanksgiving dinner to reveal our change in plans.Lunch was a wonderful creation of omelets and biscuits, topped with honey. "Isaac only has eggs once each week," Ingrid said.I decided the housekeeper had Isaac's best interest at heart. She seemed devoted to him, and he to her."Do you ever get a break from this routine?" I asked.Ingrid regarded me haughtily. "I leave him alone for an. As if reading my mind, Rafe eased me down to the ground on my back and slid between my legs. ‘Impressive as your orgasm was, and it truly was Annie, it’s not quite the same is it?’ I sat up, regretfully pushing Rafe’s head away from my snatch. ‘No…shit…don’t make me do this.’ ‘It’s okay Annie. I’ve got Mistress’ permission.’ He nodded over his shoulder. Sure enough, Mistress was leaning against one corner of the stables, a very pleased smile on her face. I had no idea how long she had been. 'Put your arms up, I'm going to slip down that shirt on you, boy' he ordered. My arms went into the rubber shirt which seemed to be not too thick and quite short, my head disappeared inside too and to my surprise there was a hood attached to it which he pulled down over my head. He straightened the rubber on my arms and on the head, the hood had nose and mouth hole, but again I was blind as it did not have eyes again. The shirt reached just over my chest, so I assumed it was some sort of.