1. 3 A Dairy conversion Part 3


    Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    3 A Dairy conversion Part 3 After her work on the awaited day Ann collected Sam from the station, a wind from Siberia was blowing and snow was about swirling n the air in heavy flakes as they made their way down onto the remote marsh. They were glad to hear the familiar rattle of the cattle grid at the gate; it had been a slow journey. They appeared at the doorway all stamping feet and shaking coats. I had been very worried at the weathers bad turn and had been on tender-hooks till they appeared. They were quickly wrapped around my finest casserole, and dumplings and we were soon sat over coffee in contented companionable silence round the sitting room fire, as the storm outside roared its way round the little home. Sam had what he termed bad news, he said his company was losing a shift and he had been made redundant, his parents having passed away a couple of years ago he was on his own and he was going to have to sell up as he could not afford to keep up the mortgage despite it being nearly paid off. We discussed his lack of work and his prospects, for a while each of us apparently shy of discussing our last meeting. Ann though was made of sterner stuff and asked what he thought of the story that started us off? Sam laughed it had he said been “stimulating!” and that he had been as surprised as we about the Homestead, he asked if the pictures, painted in the story, were here but we had to tell him we had not seen hide or hair of them. He asked about the Dungeon and I told ...
    him I had been working on it but that we had not as yet used it, as we had been busy and had saved ourselves for his visit. Tomorrow was to be its grand opening. He laughed at that, asking if we had a plaque or a bottle of champagne...He said he had come bearing gifts, and opened his bag presenting Ann with dozen assorted pre packed surgical needles and a pair of red candles as well as for me he had a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. Ann kissed him and said, “Tomorrow stud, tomorrow.” By dawn the next day the snow was deep crisp and very uneven. Our veranda was nearly clear protected by the hedge, though the front door was a foot deep in the ghastly stuff, Sam and I fetched logs from the stack and piled them on the veranda, and he called it “ready to use ammunition!” We were to be glad of that before the week was out. Ann meantime had cooked a lovely breakfast and by 8.45 we were on the coffee stage when Sam rose to his feet presented Ann with a large box of chocolates and a bottle of expensive perfume. I in turn presented her with the movie camera she had long wanted. He then wished her whatever she wanted from her birthday then read out from the menu Ann had written like a sentence from a judge. I slipped the new handcuffs onto her wrists. We moved to the dungeon, where Sam declared the place open. He then set the camera rolling and produced a black silk hood which had no eye or mouth slits before placing the hood over Ann`s head. He put her hands into leather wristlets ...
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