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The constant gardener

... really noticing what she was saying. She smiled so prettily.

"I want you to put your chapped lips to my swollen cunt and drink from me like you're not getting any more water today, because you're not. You will be doing your job, you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Donnovan."

"Good boy", she said and raised her hips, removing the bottom half of her bathing suit with the sound of a zipper, revealing muscles and soft fat and thighs trembling with heavy flesh and a pussy that leaked down her lips to collect on the deck chair. I was thirsty enough to seek it out without any prompting from her. It tasted like old excitement and a bit oily.

Tasting her and drinking her I felt myself grow stronger every time I let my tongue slide from the collection by her buttocks to her pointed clit. She must have enjoyed it because the squeezed her legs around me, trapping my face as I licked and licked until she screamed out loud and she released me, trembling on the white stone in front of her.

Breathing heavily, she pointed her chin at the rose bushes, and not wanting to make her angry I stood up and stumbled away from her.

The rest of the afternoon, she remained, sometimes taking a swim, but always keeping an eye on me. The taste of her grew sticky on my face, and eventually I was thirstier than when she had called me over. The last time I felt dizzy I landed on the grass, one hand deep in the cold dirt under the bushes. When I looked up, I saw her walking inside, the bottom half ...

... of her bathing suit zipped back in place.

Not being able to resist I rushed forward and drank the last of the warm water left in her glass. I tasted her lips, her saliva on the tip of the straw. Still thirsty, I backed away from there and ran to put everything in order before someone noticed.

That was the day that influenced all others. Even normal days, when nothing happened, knowing what had happened made me wary of her. Sleeping in a room belonging to her mansion I jerked myself awake at night, from a nightmare or wet dream, I didn't know. I masturbated several times just to keep me from going crazy. By day, I could barely look at her without feeling my cock grow painfully hard, while at the same time making me deadly afraid what would happen the next time we were alone together.

Wondering if what had happened had been delusions brought on by heatstroke, I eventually managed to keep going, managed to move around her without shaking all over.

The next time I came even close to her was inside the mansion. Jeff had ordered me to carry a couple of boxes inside. The rest of the family were around, even though I couldn't see them. The kids were excited about summer camp in Cannes. It sounded like an excuse to party. Donnovan was also around somewhere, probably in his home office.

I'd put the boxes in a storage room, when I heard Mrs. Donnovan's lovely voice.

"While you are there, could you get me a glass of water? With ice!"

She sounded strained, and when I ...