I didn't have the ground stalks from the pot plants or the cooker, but I felt like I was close. Once I got the cooker, I had to make a condenser bucke.... By the time the cooker came I was getting really bored. It came from Fed Ex Ground in a big ass box. I really was surprised at the size of that monster. It was only a ten gallon cooker.When the cooker came I removed the pressure gauge as Bosco had told me to do. I had monk drill out the hole and fit a 1/2" threaded bushing onto to the lid. Then. When the grip didn’t soften on my balls, tears started streaming from my eyes, “Mistress, I know I’m somehow at fault and I’m terribly sorry I inconvenienced you. But I don’t know how; please tell me, I beg you, so I can become better for my mistress, who deserves only the best.”She left my dick (balls still being clamped in her hands), grabbed the scruff of my neck, pulled me closer, spat on my face and said, “I hate hard orgasms in the mornings on working days and you know it.” Even as I. “Let’s eat!”The rest of the day was simply amazing. We ate, talked, laughed, and I got to know more of the members. Not all the members were into the wild adult recreation. In fact, the majority were not. However, nobody judged and everyone was so welcoming. I even got to spar with a few people, both men and women. Even Sir Maris allowed me to swing his very large sword.“See,” I teased him. “I finally get to put my hands on your sword!” I was taken aback by how heavy they truly are.The revelry. Now back home, grown up kids away, the house to ourselves. We sat out on the sun deck, naked again, had a glass of wine, headed back indoors as the evening became cooler.She turned away from me and stepped into the shower to turn the water on. Her hair tied up showing the shaved side and back of her head. Her smooth back, small tattoo and pert bum. Her toned legs. Not a tan line in sight. I am a lucky man, make no mistake. The water on, she turned around. “What are you waiting for?” A second or.