Was Joan willing?After agreeing they got up and walked into the dungeon proper. There wereall the usual pieces Joan had come to know and to love. Th... cross, thehoist, the horse, the cages and the wall all held such wonderful memories.She knew they were things she just would not ever be using again. In themiddle of the room though was what looked like a padded, overstuffed liftchair. Mistress had Joan sit in it and it was actually comfortable.Mistress told her that for the session to work. "Definitely no time to shower up. Good idea you gave her. Gardening in her work cloths is efficient indeed." Both women gave out a big laugh.Well it was a good idea. Seeing how I don't have time to clean up and change it only makes sense to do my gardening in my work cloths. And it was Florence's suggestion, so why is it so funny?"And she looks like just the little gardener all dressed up! Well, ALMOST all dressed up!" Cynthia chirped.As the breeze flowed between my legs, cooling my already wet. . em .... cum?"I hugged him, holding him in my arms, he had been inside me for less than a minute and although his cock was more than adequate in size he had barely touched my pussy tunnel before he had cum, but my lack of answer was enough to let him know. He looked disappointed. "Maybe next time don't rush as much and pay more attention to your partner" I smiled. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned he had a glass of wine from the fridge in the room. I took a sip and he. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, I am just going to get soaked. As she stepped outside onto the pavement, the rain caressed her body and in no time at all, Jessie’s hair was plastered to her head, her blouse was stuck to her skin and her stocking covered legs were continually splashed as she walked down the puddle laden street. Her four-inch stiletto heeled shoes could not cope with the amount of surface water and her feet were soaked. After five minutes, Jessie had become resigned to the fact that.