"Yes, Miss Fiona." Good sissy. Now run along, I want to be alone for a while," she said, picking her skirt off the floor and sliding it back on over h...er legs.I stood stunned, still holding my maid's dress up, my tiny caged clitty dangling exposed between my legs. "Umm, Miss Fiona, please may I get changed first?"Fiona tutted, making it clear she wasn't impressed. Then without a word, walked over and hiked my dress up over my head, removing the maid's uniform. I stood confused, naked except for. The building arousal exploded into lust inside me as she buckled the gag tightly. As usual, the gag was exactly the right thing to get me going and my pussy immediately started to crave for attention.I noticed that the pillowcase had a very comfortable effect as the straps of the gag didn't dig in as viciously to the corners of my mouth and the rubber texture of the ball was replaced with the clean cloth. I was really liking the pillowcase and thought that I'd have to incorporate it into my own. Her nose touched my anus as she tried to fuck me deeper with her cock of a tongue. Then she rolled me over, threw my legs over my head and pointed my pussy towards heaven. Fuck this woman was good. She knew all the tricks in the porn book. The camera had a great view of my two holes and could record anything Cheyenne planned for my cunt. I expected a tongue or a finger but then she took her tit in both hands and fucked my slippery wet pussy with it. The strange feeling of the soft breast in me. “Grab a chair,” Danny said, pulling her ear buds from her ears.Betty spread out her towel on one of the patio chase lounges and I watched as she wiggled out of her shorts and readjusted her bikini bottoms. She settled, taking a swig from her beer.Almost simultaneously, my manhood stood at attention. There was no way I could hide the growing bulge in my swimming trunks.“Where's Bob?” I inquired.Betty said that Bob had to go out of town for the weekend on a business trip. As she spoke, she.