I watched as he desperately looked around to try and find any sign of me, and his frustrations were growing. When he finally found the tracks he was h...ping for, he dashed off to follow them and I held my breath as he approached the trap. As the resounding snap of branches filled the air, I allowed the breath that I had been holding in, to escape my lips. I could hear the yelp of surprise as the ground gave out beneath him and watched as he scrambled forward to try and catch himself. I heard a. Eyes darting to the window as the thought of being discovered in flagrante made the blood freeze in my veins, I wondered exactly how far he meant to take this. He didn’t leave me wondering long, for only seconds later his nimble fingers were unbuttoning my flies. His hand closed around my shaft and, much to my alarm, he began to stroke me. “Patrice—“ “Draw the curtain,” he purred into my ear before inserting his tongue into it. Rather than protest I followed his suggestion, though it did. "I hate to fuck and run," she said, but that was a perfect fuck and the sooner I get on the road, the fresher this cum will be for my husband."As we had planned, I jumped off the bed and said, "Wait a minute. That wasn't our agreement! I was supposed to lick that cum out of you." Our agreement, SLAVE, was for you to serve my needs while your husband fucked me. My needs include keeping this cum so my husband gets what he deserves."I slammed my foot down like a spoiled child and conveniently. The Grand Mistress addressed her. "You took great pride in calling yourself 'The Redheaded Mistress.' I have seen you naked many times before as you used almost any excuse to prove that you were a natural redhead. Your red hair is a part of your identity... or should I say, your former identity."She clapped her hands and Trixie and Dixie again appeared. This time they were each carrying some form of hair clippers. Trixie began buzzing Jane's head while Dixie worked on the bronze thatch.