"Are you sure about that?" I shook my head and laughed nervously. "Is that the city motto or something?" Well, when in Vegas... why not? These getaw...ys are all about suspending the rules of life aren't they? It's like a week of fantasy with no ties to the real world. There's nothing wrong with taking a vacation from the rulebook every once in a while." I smirked, and picked up my shot of Petrone. "Want to make things interesting?" He asked with a mischievous grin. I shrugged, while. This was perfect. The lawn was visible from the kitchen so she would be able to see the hired “gardener” in action.She took her recipes and sat down to sort them. I went to my workshop to change my clothes. I had an old shirt and old jeans that I used to wear when I was working in the garden. I decided to skip my underwear to make it easy to get my dick out. I took the lawnmower and started mowing.I got quite horny thinking about how I should surprise my wife. She knew nothing at all about my. She takes in a deep long look at his position,laid spread-eagled on the bed,hands bound by the cuffs behind his back,head tilted away to the left and eyes shut tight,with lips quivering in anticipation.She brings down her hand on his cock with one loud and hard slap punishing him for being so pathetic, for not being the man she needs, the man to take her to mould her,to break down her world and rebuild it in his image.The man to make her feel like no other girl in the world could be any better. His palms slapped over the thick rounds of her ass, making her yelp from the sudden connection. He began to stroke his calloused palms over their circumference, admiring the round shape of them and how smooth her skin felt to his palms. Her cheeks had flushed red once more when he spread her nethers open to having him gaze with fascination over the tiny openings she possessed. He kept prying at them, stretching them until they opened for him a fraction and was already beginning to wonder how it.