I’m an avid gardener, and I use the excuse of being out in the yard so much on weekends and some evenings to spend time in the shed, without Janice ...ecoming suspicious.No one usually bothered me in the shed, and I had a stash of condoms and some porn reading material out there to enhance my frequent jerk-off sessions. My cock produces enough precum to keep the inside of the condoms lubricated, and I was spending sometimes an hour at a time stroking and edging to huge ejaculations in my. .his voice almost sounding on the verge of tears."Ok then...I just...wanted this to be good for you too" I started to sob then, as I knew this man wasnt going to stop even if it hurt me....not after I said I didnt want him to make me feel good. He didnt care now, he was going to do as he pleased. He sighed, and I heard him supress what sounded like a sob. I was too terrified to care, but part of my brain was confused as to what this man was thinking. All thoughts of that faded when he moved his. Biting his lip and her nails digging into his shoulder blades.He started pumping his fingers in and out of her. He added two more fingers and then started a furious rhythm. By now her moans were almost audible to any eavesdroppers. But there were none.He cupped her pussy from the inside. She grunted and grinded his hand. She was now humping into his fingers. He twisted and turned his fingers inside her cunt, massaging her g spot and pressing down on her clit with his thumb. This generated. " Ah! A meal fit for a king." I responded trying to draw the subject away from my wealth."I certainly hope it is good enough for a young prince," Joyce said in a sanguine tone.Even I joined in the laughter at that response.There was a great deal of laughter and banter over what was an absolutely delightful meal. I was asked many questions by his Lordship about the running of our estate and our relationship with our tenant farmers and the local community. I was pleased to be able to tell him.