Fluid was streaming at a rate I'd never seen before. It was trickling down both legs, drenching her shoes and socks. Her clit was still covered by the...green clay."Have you been like this all day?" N ... No. I was too busy working with the fry chef. But just before ten, I started thinking about going home, seeing you. I got excited, and my clit got hard. But with the clay on, it hurt. But the pain turned me on even more, and I can't stop the pain!" Sobs and gasps wracked her body.I took her in. "Glad to hear it, dear. I rather like her, myself," her smile telling that she was obviously understating. "I just came to tell you I am a bit better now, and can do something about our evening meal."Euphemia started. "No, Isabella. You have to take things easy. I shall deal with the food preparation. It is time I did more in that line, anyway."Isabella said softly, "The painkillers are helping, but my tummy is still not right, so I fancy scrambled egg or something else light,. She was genuinely pleased for us both. Tessa had cycled into town and bought a selection of croissants and pastries for us to enjoy with our coffee. While enjoying a leisurely breakfast we caught up with the latest news. The utterly clueless British government had announced a further relaxation of the lockdown which now meant that friends and neighbours could now gather in each other's gardens.I asked how everyone would feel if I asked Iris to come over and have lunch with us in the garden,. How does that sound you can tell me all about the party and what we can endure.Okay he said as he followed me in. I closed the door and felt my cock twitch... another lamb to the Simone Slaughter. I walked him into the dinning room and could feel my silk cord loosening as I walked. I opened the drinks cabinet and elaborate english antique and turning side, what's your poison..... we have most things. What are you going to have he asked. I already knew he was partial to gin so sad a Gin and.