Languages: ENG / ESP
Location: Your Dreams
Body Decorations: Tattoos / Piercings
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples
Body Type: Slim
One to give up her real name, and one to keep her from revealing her identity. She had already been cross-dressed as Mistress's house guest, and had reserved a room in the luxury cabin for her in the midst of their vacation to the Caribbean. She had even settled in with the bill for her accommodations as he had helped her out of the door earlier, paid for by her boyfriend. She now had no need of anyone to help her in the everyday things, as there were too many problems to deal with at the moment. She would handle the payment in due time. He started setting the gifts on her table, telling her how they pleased him and how he would be receiving a commission for her shopping on his trip. He turned to the other side of the room. She could hear him moving about, with a handbag at his feet. In it were the wallet, camera, note cards, handbag of toys and, of course, the camera and note cards. She was even sure that the picture had been taken at least two weeks before it was taped. He had shown her a vision of what he had intended to do when he returned home. She had shared it with him, just for her amusement. She had learned that other people saw her in that place, naked, kneeling before a mirror for hours at a time. She liked to be there, begging for attention, wanting to be anyone's plaything, for someone to play with, whenever they pleased. But now she knew they had to be alone. That's when she decided to call in sick. After all, setting aside her obligations as a housekeeper, she could not just disappear for an overnight stay.
The house was their only activity that weekend, she had to come home to her work. She had no other obligations. She rang the bell and slipped away to change. Her maid service had come and gone, and in the evenings she tended the back yard. By midafternoon she took a shower and shaved, put on her maid uniform, and went into the kitchen to fix something. She burst into the kitchen doors with a loud CRACK, got the whip and the whip cream, and went into the parlor. She STILL licked her lips, not giving herself time to even clean up her messy mess. Then came a listen to the workers at the shop next door hear her pleading with them not to sell her to the Europeans. She ran and cried to her husband, begging him to stop, but by then it was too late, her face was streaked with sheariness and the whites were turning darker. She felt dizzy, h ill, and STILL had not come out of the woods. She counted how many times she could just curl up in a ball in the corner and cry, not daring to reach out to touch them. She heard them talking in the next room, she saw the servants drawing water from a faucet. She was wondering how she was going to get dry. He was answering her in kind. "Get dressed, we're going out" he said quietly, STILL the girls were not dressed. They had finished up their tour and were sitting on the sofa discussing the ending to the war.
She was sitting there, crying, thinking of the war, when she felt a FINGER bump her on the back. She almost dropped the whip, but she kept her head up. She sat there a while, recovering from the shock. After the war, she would go to the local college to earn her MBA, she had thought for a while that maybe finance would help. She kept thinking about the war, about how she had been a Private in the Reserve, and now how she had finally become a Private in the British Army. She almost started crying again as she was repeating her high school grades over and over in her head. Finally, she could take it no longer, and broke the spell. She hurried to dress, put on the uniform, and put on the jacket. She hurriedly put on the fedora and the sunglasses, and pulled up her coat on top of the sunglasses, securing it with the fedora. She tossed her coat and coat to the sofa. She sat there in the uniform, the sunglasses and the coat, the collar pointing to the door. The window had been opened and the rain was falling, making her uncomfortably view the window. The soldiers were talking, her Master was straining with his thinking, and his mind was nodding very vaguely at the possibility of war. His body was reacting very similarly. His body was attuned to the subtleties of the storm, and he was beginning to feel as though he was on a journey into the unknown. He felt the vibrations of the building, and heard the crack of a car as it made it's way to the rooftop. He felt the vibrations of the shoes on the pavement..
Watch this gorgeous German girl who knows how to please her viewers.
Then she strips and grabs her big ass.
After she get's fucked very hard in a matter of luck.