I am having a few renovations done at the Manor before a cold front sweeps in, so the outside weather beaten woodwork is getting a well deserved lick of paint. As Lord B is frequently away in the Highlands on business, or so he says, I often manage the day to day affairs around the estate. It is not uncommon for me to interview, hire and fire staff as I oversee all the comings and goings. Well I have just hired a new decorator, who by the way was very friendly, eager to start and smelt like he bathes in Armani aftershave. Whilst we were having a cuppa and he told me that many housewives consider, that by employing him it is a status symbol and he has a very large, stiff brush for showing off his skills to them and their neighbours. Fair enough, I thought to myself. I have always considered the randy decorator boning married ladies, to be a cliche - or is it? So I decide to test out the cliche. I set up a hidden camera in the chiminea and set the scene. As you can see I am relaxing outdoors and leisurely playing with my stainless steel chain, slowly inserting it one link at a time into my wet pussy. Suddenly I hear footsteps and sure enough something pop up, out of his trousers and into my mouth. Needless to say the decorator gave my tits a huge thick coating!
Rated: 5.00