Just a few songbirds calling back and forth, claiming their territory.You are shortly rather close behind the pair, together on the bench, still conce...led by the shrubbery. There they are and they are up to something. You are groping into your own sweat pants and pulling out your hardening prick, keeping yourself hunched down but seeing them clearly. Fuck, yeah. She's got his cock out! He's as hard as you are. Shit, this is fucking cool! No one around except them and you.Swiftly once again you. I always felt the shoes were so great, it gave her the courage to wear my selection of dresses in public. Receiving pictures of Janet in bars, restaurants or other public places as proof of her obedience was my reward. ‘So Janet, can you picture yourself, letting me choose the outfit and the shoes, sending you to get your hair and make-up done?’ I asked. Of course, I knew the answer. She had very crisp images of herself in her mind. Janet is a mature woman, a short brunette, plump like I prefer. “I hate you!”As I made my way across the field to the road, Icouldn’t help feeling that I had been betrayed byTimmy’s hard on; I think that if the rockers had givenhim the opportunity he would have screwed me too. I knew we hadn’t gone past any houses as we came alongthe road, so I walked in the direction we had beenheading; after ten minuets or so I noticed a house downa driveway, and made my way to it, as I got to the doora woman came out of a nearby shed,. As he pulled along side the house, we was met at the side door by the wife. the husband, John, introduced me to her, calling me Jim, ‘ JimBO ! ‘ I corrected him, proud of my nickname, ‘ Everybody calls me Jimbo.’ She laughed, saying my nickname. Joy was her name and I liked that name, I liked her. She was probably 10 years younger than the 40 something husband, nice looking, with shoulder length light red hair. She was wearing a loose fitting and short dress. She told him his mother had just.