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The constant gardener

... teeth red with my blood.

"See to it that you clean that up", she said, turning my eyes to the dark-red splashes. "And let Jeff sort you out."

Walking back to the deck chair, she let her head relax on her supple arm. But I saw her tongue licking at her gums and teeth, tasting me, even as I cleaned the white stone at her feet.

I tried to hide my gigantic erection, from myself and her.

Jeff sorted out the details, mainly by telling me where I should put his tools and the other stuff that cluttered the guest house's spare bedroom. I'd never been in there, but I'd seen it from a distance, surprised by something the size of a normal house just sitting there. The spare room was nothing like that, just a cot and a sink. I would've to eat my food cold, but that wasn't a problem in this heat. Besides, I'd already accepted. Mrs. Donnovan, shaping my future, had saved me.

I couldn't stop thinking about that scene though. I pulled my pants down and the first thing I did in my new room was to masturbate thinking about my beautiful boss. My head was full of fantasies of soft skin and tongues licking. I dried myself off.

Canceling my flat, moving my few belongings over, I went to work the next day with a happy face. I didn't save any money like this, but at the very least I didn't feel my savings dripping down the drain. I would even get to sleep late every day. Imagining myself this close to Mrs. Donnovan also made me dream some incredible wet dreams. I promised myself ...

... that I would prove myself worthy of her.

One day, the house seemed empty, except for Mrs. Donnovan, who sat in front of the pool after taking a couple of laps as usual. Even Jeff was gone, away on one of his rare holidays. Working around the roses I could feel the sun pounding me into the ground.

"Come here, you!" Mrs. Donnovan called. "Take a break by the pool."

Feeling a bit dizzy I obeyed, and placed myself in front of her, still in the sun but cooler by the water. I licked my chapped lips and longed for a sip from the tall glass of water that she always kept close by. I wondered what she wanted.

"How are you feeling?" she said.

I swallowed. "I'm fine."

"I mean, what do you think about your new accommodations."

"I'm so happy for what you did, Mrs. Donnovan."

"I'm glad to hear it. I wonder, could I ask you one simply enormous favor?"

"Sure. Anything I can do."

"You saw me swimming earlier, right? Well, I think I've developed a cramp in the arches of my feet. I've tried to relax and drink some water but it's not helping. Could you go down on your knees and see if you could rub it out?"

I'd said I would do anything, but this wasn't a normal request. It felt wrong, actually. Too intimate, like a dirty fantasy invading my comfortable life. I worried about her children, about her husband. Most of all I worried about Jeff.

Meanwhile, thoughts flashing through my sunburnt skull, she looked at me knowingly, and dragged to the surface the memory of ...