This continued for a number of times until my balls were utterly emptied and the glass container seemed almost filled to the brim. Helena and Heidi re...eased me from the contraption and the buckles, strapped on my regular leather thong, walked me to the hammock in the back garden while lovingly caressing my ass, cock and balls. There I soon fell into a deep and refreshing sleep.Chapter 3: Hands onLife went on in that way for a while: Eating loads of cottage cheese and feeling my balls swell. He smiled at me and I found myself smiling back, licking my lips slowly at him and wondering what his balls would feel like on my tongue. This brought me to a complete halt. My face looking a bit surprised. Luckily he was already back at cutting the grass and didn’t notice. But I did. Where did that thought come from. That was so not like me. I giggled and shrugged and went on my way. I would definitely say an extra prayer on Sunday for the sin of lust. Suddenly I felt weak, thinking of being. I was squeezing my nipples while he worked on my pussy. I was rocking my hips and knew I was going to squirt any minute. I was right there on the edge and he suddenly stopped. He told me to get my fat ass dressed and he would let me cum later.He picked out on of my thin orange cotton tops and told me to put it on without a bra. The neckline plunged on this one and I normally wear a bra when I go in public. My cleavage was showing a lot and my tits were hanging low. He told me to bend over. When. I’d disabled the light, so I was quite hidden. It was not in my nature to go out of my way to be a voyeur, but there were a lot of reasons that I kept still and silent, one of which I’ll even share with you: interrupting these two at this point would ruin their day, and if I ever encountered either one of them again, it would be awkward for all of us instead of just me. The shelves were full, but not densely packed. There were plenty of gaps. I took out my phone and turned off the alarm, then.