He was hard again and once again pulled his cock out of his pants. She smiled as it touched her thighs. He was standing behind her, his whip in one hand and his cock in the other. She dressed and strolled off, looking back to remember where the tree was, she would definitely be back. Victory opened her eyes and smiled. The gardener stood on shaky legs as she walked off, caught his breath as she turned back and smiled at her tree. Victory squirmed and writhed, on the ground and in the chair in her mind, as she came. She spread her legs and writhed on the ground. It was getting a bit late and as she walked she came across a beautiful garden, it looked so pretty in the dying day with the last pink rays of the sun stretching across the sky, the green foliage and bright flowers of all different shades.
