Having got mud on my stockings it seems a perfectly reasonable idea to get my gardener slave to wash them in his mouth. This certainly keeps him quiet as I put him through his paces. I demonstrate how I'd like my flower beds to be by sitting my lady garden smack on his face, jiggling and grinding my sweet secret girly place all over him. Once I've had my fun I use his hands as my slippers and walk off. Do you think I'm likely to catch my gardener peeping again
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