“How can such a rose exist?” the gardener replied calmly and evenly, though strapped and unable to move on the infernal rack.The gardener looked t...e Count defiantly in the eye, almost as if he wanted to be locked in this dungeon. Suddenly, it was the Count who looked less in control of his emotions.“The kingdom is awash with this ridiculous tale of you growing a flowering rose in mid-winter, and it not only tasted of ... chocolate, but had the exact feel and texture of chocolate. Why is. With that I heard him leave the room. I lay there in a set of disbelief and trepidation or what seemed like an hour not making any noise especially when I heard the voices of the two gardeners outside the window. Finally he came back. My arms were so sore ,my wrists in pain from the handcuffs, my neck and back stinging and cum was slowly leaking from my used and sore butt, dribbling down my inner thigh. He then took off the handcuffs, and the gag but left the blindfold on me. He held me in. Then when he started nuzzling her neck, she tilted her head to one side to allow him. Smiling to himself, he moved to kissing her shoulder.Kate only cooed with approval which emboldened Andrew and he was soon cupping her firm breasts in his hands. Slowly, he massaged them through the top of her swimsuit before slipping it up and freeing her tits. That brought a gasp from her, but she did not object or try to push his hands way. Instead, she was focused on the hard cock she had reached back and. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I had a pretty good guess that my fantasy may come true. We pulled into the parking lot and I put some clothes on and we went into the store. Once inside she asked the clerk where the booths where and he pointed towards the back. As we were walking to the booths we passed a number of guys in the store that watched as we headed into a booth. Once inside the booth my wife got her camera out and told me to take off my clothes and knee down in front of a.