As the whisky calmed and warmed him he began to admit to himself that Celia would need relief from looking after the children, and, he admitted, from ...im. He remembered she had calmly admitted she still loved him, yet she had to live with him platonically. She had said she would never make a move on him. How could she relieve that stress? Alex was the obvious candidate, so why did he feel so aggrieved that they had paired off?He knew the answer of course, or thought he did. It was the. As she tortured me with her breath and tongue, I wriggled my hands behind the chair trying to get loose. When I felt like I couldn’t take much more of this, I felt the rope loosen, and my hands came free. She didn’t notice my hands because she seemed focused on her torture. When I felt that she was looking down at my cock and couldn’t see my hands, I brought them around front and carefully placed them near the back of her head. She still hadn’t noticed so I made my move as she was spitting. My wife felt the rule was an incentive to be as over-the-top and as exposed to Sammy the gardener as possible. She figured if she was outrageous enough, the timid gardener would become so shocked he’d complain, then I would stop putting her on display.It was Karen’s idea that I make her squat like this in the sunroom window. She had practiced for weeks to be able to deepthroat a dildo. “If I start to choke, please take it out, Master?” she asked me.“Why? Don’t you think the gardener would be. We exchanged friendly greeting and I saw the look Deb was giving this guy. She has always been partial to guys with blond hair and I could tell this guy would be no exception. We were waiting out the rain, sharing the only picnic table bench actually very private. She began taking the lead in our conversation and he began to respond to her. He looked over at me a couple of times and all I could do was smile wondering/hoping that she would find a way to fulfill one of her fantasies. The rain.