Below in the garden, partially sheltered by the wings of the house, lithe Holly gathers data on precipitation. Her 5'9" frame, shaped by her heavily ...trapped rubber corset to 36D-18-36, is planted in the rich soil up to mid-thigh between the spiny winter-dormant roses. Her mittened hands are crossed high up between her shoulder blades; a thin strap extends from her wrists over the top of her blonde head and down between her eyes, where it tensions a large, blunt, double hook of stainless. She wanted today to go well, and she needed to make a good impression to all the staff on site.Even though it was just a visit to a building site, Anna had made an extra effort when getting dressed that morning. It was a big day for her, she felt like she was responsible and trusted. For some reason she had slipped into her best lingerie, an expensive matching set of black lace and satin bra/panties and a pair of lace top hold up sheer stockings. They made her feel powerful, in control and ever. Thinking about how his dick felt, when it was stuck it in Mrs. Zamora and his mother’s pussies, he came again! Rob looked out the window to see if Mrs. Zamora was in her back yard sun bathing! To his great delight she was there! Mrs. Zamora was lying on a towel spread out on her lawn. She was completely nude! Also, she had the lemonade chaser for the bottle of Tequila next to her. The same Tequila that usually turned her into a demanding sex starved, wanton, and wild woman! Mrs. Zamora never. She was surprised that he hadn't changed much at all in the years since they had dated, and she felt herself actually getting a little wet thinking about what could have happened...and maybe might still. She shocked herself with that thought. Although it was true that her boyfriend had said he didn't mind if she fooled around with other people, she didn't know how he would react if the time ever came. She thought that it might come. A drink later, she hoped that it might come. One drink after.