Gretchen got behind me on the table and put her hands on my hips. Few things excited her more than having a tied, helpless male body in her power.
“Get ready, because here I come,” Gretchen said.
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When the spring arrived, Gretchen liked to make me do yard work around her house. Whenever I worked outdoors, she always dressed me in a plain white linen tunic, woven from natural hemp fiber. Because I am sun-sensitive, atop the tunic was a hood, to shield my face from the sun.
During the last two weeks of May, Gretchen supervised while I planted a patch of Cosmos on the hillside in back of her property. At first, I was going to do the job in nothing but a pair of cut-off jeans. Gretchen sternly informed me otherwise. She said I needed to dress properly in a sun-safe garment. Hence the ho
