Chapter 15

His cock was at full mast when he reluctantly got off the bed to help milk the herd. “See you at seven for dinner,” he called out as he left me in bed, reflecting on the hot, passionate sex we had. But who was the guy Hamish invited to join us? Should I ask him? Will he tell me? No, not likely. But I was dying to know who it was.

After another fantastic home-cooked meal from Beryl and red wine from Geoff, I slept soundly and didn’t hear Hamish get up the following morning to go to work at five-thirty.

Hamish had the rest of the day off after milking finished, and we were going to Bunbury, a forty-minute drive from the farm, to buy my engagement ring.

The first shop we visited was the only shop where Hamish saw the ring he wanted to buy me. He bought me a nine-carat diamond cluster ring. I know. I shouldn’t have known the price, but the clux behind the counter blurted it out when she said, “Good choice, sir, at only $1799.00.”

Oh, my God, how can he afford something like this as well as a fucking machine that I knew cost upwards of a grand? I know. I checked after our night at the dungeon. He’s freaking me out about how much money he’s spending on me.

He put the ring on my finger in the shop. And yet again, he’d put me on cloud nine. I was so happy.

On the way to the farm, I asked, “Who was the guy you invited to join us yesterday? Was he your mate?” Or your dorm buddy from uni?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you.”

“Yes, you can. We had a great time. Please tell me who he was?”

“Leave it alone. I won’t tell you.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me no more sex.”

“Isabel,” Hamish shouted. “I won’t tell you. Don’t spoil our relationship by continuing to ask me who it was, and now you’re threatening me to withhold sex because I won’t tell you. What a great way to start our engagement. Enough,” Hamish continued, his voice raised in anger.

Oh, wow. Hamish has never raised his voice to me before. I’ve really pissed him off. I’ll have to come up with another way of finding out.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get you so mad. Can you please forgive me?”

“Thank you. Of course, I can forgive you. But please. Don’t go there again.”

“Okay.”

There are no fancy restaurants in Harvey, with the closest being in Bunbury, forty minutes away, so we celebrated our engagement at the Harvey Hotel with dinner that night, and later at our cottage, we made love in front of the heater again.

Over the next four days, I spent time in between working on the farm, mainly with the calves, and cleaning the stalls in the milking shed, along with Beryl, who took me shopping in Bunbury and Harvey, introducing me to the locals, telling them I was soon to marry Hamish and move to the farm, also helping her in the kitchen preparing dinner, making bread, and baking those delicious fruit pies for dessert.

Tuesday was the day for us to return to Perth. It was also the day when I would get to see how much money I had made from my homemade porn videos. Early that morning, I checked my bank account to find an additional three hundred and fifty dollars. I was hoping for more. Maybe I was a little greedy, but four videos in seven days, well, possibly not too bad. I unabashedly had to make more. But I needed new ideas. Something to attract the guys and make them pay to watch. But what?

I searched the net to find the most sought-after porn in Australia, according to Porn Hub, these were the ten top categories. Lesbian, milf, Asian, hentai, threesome, massage, anal, cream pie, Indian, Latina.

Lesbian at number one. Shit, who do I know that would do girl-on-girl with me? I wonder if Mel would like to play. Wow, number two is milf. Maybe I should film Mum and Dad. Mum’s a hot milf. Even Hamish jokingly said he wanted her in the next strip poker game. Mmm, many things said in jest are true. I wonder if he would like to screw Mum. Eww, that’s so gross. No, the thought of Hamish sticking his dick in Mum and then me is disgusting, but maybe a top-rated video. Yes, I can see the title. Boyfriend does cop’s wife, then daughter.

Threesome at five. That’s a problem. Hamish and I said we didn’t want threesomes. But if I had a girl-on-girl with Mel, like wicked, she’d likely want him to join in. Massage at six. Well, after the massages Hamish gave me at the farm, followed by the lovemaking, yes, that’s in. Anal at seven. Yes, I could get Hamish to screw me up the arse more, but in different positions. Cream pies. Yes, they’re in. Hamish loves giving me those. Decisions, decisions. There are so many to choose from.

After returning from the farm, Mum screamed the house down when she saw my engagement ring. Hamish stayed with me until the day before I returned to work, adding new videos to my collection as each day passed. However, I didn’t dare to ask Mel if she would like some girl-on-girl action, with lesbian being the most searched for and discounting threesomes due to both our reluctance to engage in one, leaving me to concentrate on massage, anal, and cream pie.

Hamish

Two weeks after recording our sex video at the farm, Harry sent me two videos to approve, and wow, they were hot and said they should achieve record sales. It was a no-brainer when I told him to put them on the market.

Isabel

It was the last Friday before Hamish resumed uni and coincided with one of my RDOs. We had the house to ourselves with my parents and brother at work, and I wanted to record a particular rough sex scene. The problem was, how do I tell Hamish other than the truth?