I looked out of my window and saw two women in dungarees and wellingtons being industrious. The was a van with ‘Back to the Fuchsia’ inscribed on ...its side. I pulled on a dressing gown and made my way downstairs.“Good morning, Miss, er, Faye. Will you take tea or coffee?”“Tea please, Heather. Who are the women?”“Oh, they’re doing some of the heavy work in the garden. They’re really good and work hard. Nadine, she’s the tall one, and Shirley.” She almost whispered, “They’re an item, if you get my. "Shut your mouth, slut," he said.I bit my tongue, knowing it would have a better use soon. He fondled my boobs again and I got wet, dripping wet, it was going to leak through my trousers soon.I didn’t have to worry though he grabbed the rest of my clothes, and fingers my pussy. He whispered to me, "So, my slut likes this, and wants to be fucked as hard as possible." I murmured, and he said, "Tell me you love all this, slut."I said, "Oh, Sir, I love all of this."He said, "Tell me you want me to. " "Heh, certainly,"spoke Hugh as he took off his jacket to place it over her lithe figure.The two continue along a winding path, while the autumn twilight set in.The moon moves along above tall oak treesthere is no wisp of cloud to obscure the radianceto which the black, jagged tips reach up"Say, Natalie-wouldn't happen to know what happened to my friend Cal?"Hugh asked. Natalie stopped in her tracks, with a look of utter horrorand shock upon her lovely visage. "Wha-what did you mean, darling?". ' He moved forward immediately and pressed his nose to the moist slit, his cock dribbling pre-cum as he took in the spicy scent of her deliciously mature cunt; the scent stronger than even those occasions after he had been thrashed to near unconsciousness, or humiliated by her before new associates. He knew now her excitement was due to his disposal and that this was not simply a cruel torture. She laughed cruelly as he trembled in realisation. The leash was tugged hard, and the door opened.The.