"This is the bedroom. There's also a dining room, and a living room in the other sets." Annie said, and Clare's interest got peaked on "sets".Pulling ...lare to another room, Annie paused before she opened the door. "Okay. Just prepare yourself for something a little shocking." She said, and Clare nodded, before Annie opened the door. Inside, Clare saw dozens of posters, and double the magazines that lined the walls. "Porn posters? Is this what you wanted to show me?" Clare asked, and Annie. My reaction on being clamped for the first time in my life was instant. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came.. He was wearing a tight pair of shorts, no top, and socks and boots. He was about six feet tall, in excellent shape, well muscled and well tanned, evidently as a result of open air work. He walked over to the garden shed, and unlocked the door. Clearly, he was there legitimately, and as he removed the lawn mower it was obvious that he was the gardener. Dave thought he had better make his presence known. "Hi" he said. "I didn't realise the Browns had a gardener. I'm Dave, by the way, the next. She didn’t get angry but just turned a little to hide her tits, looked at me for several seconds with a big smile, then said “Now don’t you be peeking at me young man. If you want a show then just ask for one.” And she stepped into the shower with me having my mouth hanging open. I picked up my towel and climbed into bed waiting for her. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Ask for a show? I could do that, I was asking myself. So I decided I would do just that. She took a bit longer than she.