Touching his arm (so muscular). After about ten minutes I took it up a notch and leaned over to kiss his ear. The car went off the road. I let a small...squeak escape and smiled. ‘Well, I know how to get your attention.’ His response was a perfect turn of the head and smile. I resumed my attack on his ear. This time he managed to keep the car on the road. A few more minutes of this and I had him squirming. He might be driving the car but I was in the drivers seat! Ok, now ready for the next. I shuffled back to the bedroom to get my glasses.When I returned I realized that the blur was a guy's ass, and not a bad one either. Now I was starting to wake up. I moved to the other side of the window - trying to get a better view as I stood naked in my kitchen, trying to see more of what I knew had to be going on. I felt kind of nasty watching but told myself "what the hell, if they want to put on a show..."Then I realized why the music was so loud. She was all but screaming as he pounded. “Um, yeah,” Liz said with her face twisted in a grimace. “There isn’t complete privacy. I don’t live here alone.”“Oh?” I asked. She had pointed out the farm her parents had once owned on our drive down.“A house this big requires a lot of upkeep,” Liz said. “I have a housekeeper and two maids that live here. They live on the third floor. My chef and his wife live on the back side of the house. The groundskeeper and his wife live over the garage. The woman that runs the stables has a house near. Mistress smiled wickedly, spun me around and slapped me viciously on my bottom. ‘Get a move on we have work to do to get you ready for a party we are attending tonight. If you are really good I might not paint some that nipple rouge on your clit and ass pussy.’ Mistress hissed at me. I followed her through the door marveling at the way her womanly bottom undulated from side to side, down a flight of stairs and out to her mustang. I wished my bottom was more feminine. ‘Do you like how much.