She also had him get a ladder and replace some light bulbs in the ceiling while she stood at the base of it and let her eyes, and her hands, run up and down his thighs and buttocks.She also had him get a ladder and replace some light bulbs in the ceiling while she stood at the base of it and let her eyes, and her hands, run up and down his thighs and buttocks. When he finished these she gave him a bucket with some soapy water and a sponge and told him to scrub her kitchen floor on his hands and knees. She sat at the kitchen table, smoking cigarettes and admiring his ass as he moved around the floor. His next chore was cleaning the bathroom and she took the liberty of slapping his ass whenever she saw a spot he missed or felt he was slowing down. When he finally finished that chore she handed him a pair of old cloth gardening gloves and told him she wanted him outside in the backyard weeding her garden. When he paused a moment, staring out at the sunlit yard, she walked up and gave him two hard slaps on his ass and warned him: "Don't disobey me boy or I'll tell Beverly and you know what that'll mean! Nobody's gonna see you out there 'cept me, unless of course someone comes wanderin' into the yard, but that's not very likely. Get out there, now!" Tom opened the sliding glass door and walked out into the brightly lit yard, feeling more naked than he did in the house. For the next hour Mrs. Whitford sat in a lawn chair and watched Tom bending over her begonias and marigolds. She made him stand with his legs apart and knees only sightly bent and bend from the waist while he worked. She liked the way his ass jiggled as he tugged at the weeds and eventually a soft sheen of sweat built up on his skin. She let him sit down on the grass cross-legged during a five minute break while she reminded him about last week when he called her an old witch for cutting down one of his bushes. |