It had been three weeks since being home, and I was desperate for some fun. So I asked my mistress what I could do for her. She replied that I shoul... go into a nearby relatives room, search for lingerie/toys/porn, and ring her when I had found it.I waited until the coast was clear, she had gone out, and entered the room. On the floor were pieces of underwear, thongs, boxers, leggings. I rifled through the cupboards quickly, searching high and low for any signs of sluttiness. Then under the. “Lady Marguerite,” Penny spoke softly. “How many times do you have to be fitted by this woman, just to make some dresses? This is at least the fifth time she’s sent her husband to fetch you, and we’ve yet to see a finished gown. We could have gone to Paris, had a dress made, and returned in no time.”“She does wonderful work,” Marguerite told her maidservant. “She is meticulous and wishes the dresses to fit me properly. Plus, she shows me new ideas, and we spend time gossiping. Don’t begrudge me. The light is hitting you perfectly here.” I said as I showed her what I meant. Victoria suddenly grabbed my computer and placed it on the table. “What are you do” was all I could say before Victoria grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues start to message each other before she lays on top of me. She stops kissing me for a second. She goes down to my jeans and pulls down my pants and my underwear, leaving me completely bottomless. I start to take off my shirt while Victoria tries to. It was hidden in a duffel bag he usually takes to the club. So out of curiosity I took the tape and put it in one of two VCRs that were connected, then I took one of his blank tapes and inserted it in the other VCR and pressed record. As I waited for the tape to finish recording, something hit me. Why didn’t he take his duffel bag if he was going to the club? The tape stopped and I put the original back. As soon as I hide the original the way he left it, the front door slammed. I was so scared.