The French windows opened up onto a large paved area raised above the garden itself. Stone steps led down to the expansive lawn and the flowerbeds, bu...hes and lush vegetation that stretched away down the hillside. A series of lawn lights and torches illuminated the whole garden.I walked across the paving and down the steps. Claire followed on her hands and knees, head lowered. The concrete slabs must have been hard and unforgiving against her bare knees. I could tell she was feeling the cold of. " I bent over and dropped my sponge in the bucket and we started for the barn. He stayed a little behind me and I put a wiggle in my walk knowing he was looking at my ass. I was starting to get hard and there was no way to conceal it in my bikini. We were about half way to the barn when he piped up. "By the way, my name is Tom and I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you look very nice in your bikini. You fill it out great ...both in the back and front." I turned and smiled at him over my. "Just a bit of fun," he'd say,although there was probably nothing fun about cleaning the house in atight dress and high heeled shoes.Looking back, I guess he was avoiding an open confrontation with mymother because he knew that she'd have her way in the end. Eventually,my mother managed to force him to rebel against her. The breaking pointcame when my mother brought home a ball gown had worn at an awardsceremony and told him to wear it for his birthday party. As outrageousas her demand was, my. They were planning a private party in a few weeks and were looking for a third couple to join in. There would also be several single men there as well.The four of us hooked up that evening to see if we were compatible. They were a bit more, shall we say “adventuresome” than anyone we had been with up until then, but it turned out to be quite fun. Greg even let the other woman peg him with a small dildo. I was hoping that by the time of the party that Greg would be ready to take a real cock in.