Not yet.

When Sally managed to calm herself, she observed the house.

She needed to act quickly, before both men finished their drinks and came out.

She took one last deep breath to calm her trembling knees and started walking.

She felt wetness on her crotch, and it wasn't just from sweating.

Close call she just experienced, worked her arousal really high.

When she reached side of the house she exhaled.

There were no windows, so no one would see her from the house. On the other hand, she will not see if there is someone in the back yard until she steps into it.

Sally carefully approached the street, luckily for her there was nobody there.

Mr.Willow's pickup was parked close to the garage.

Sally constantly looking around stepped behind it.

On the bed were laying two crates with plants. Downside was that she will not be able to carry them both.

Sally took the first one and headed back to the garden. When she reached the corner of the house she stopped.

Cerfuly peeked from behind the corner, she was lucky, the backyard was still empty.She didn't wait and fastly carried the crate to the greenhouse.

When she was going for the second one.

She noticed some movement in the house across the street.

After she delivered the last creat, she carefully returned to the house.

Mr.Johnson was standing in terrace door and was watching as she emerged from behind the bushes.

When their eyes met, he waved to her to join him.

Sally reluctantly followed, frantically looking after Mr.Willows. So far she was lucky and he was nowhere to see.

Mr.Johnson must have seen she was worried.

“Don't worry, he goes to the bathroom. We have a few seconds.” He assured her.

“Please, can you send him away?. I don't want him to see me like this. “

Sally begged the old man.

“See you like what?” He asked matter of factly.

Sally bites her lip, trying to muster the words.

“Naked,” she answered, “I don't want my boss to see me wearing only a garden apron.”

Mr.Johnson smiled.

“Well you said that.” He started, and reached under her apron and his palm couped her very wet crotch. “But this tells me the opposite.”

Sally moaned and her knees trembled. He was right, she was excited and aroused. Even if she acted like she wasn't.

But she cannot fool Mr.Johnson.

“I think John would like to see you like this.”

Mr.Johnson said and continued playing with her wet pussy.

Sally whimpered and spread her legs more. To get him better access.

“Please no,” she managed to say between two moans. “not now.” she added.

Mr.Johnson smiled, he heard exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly they both hear some sounds from inside the house. Mr.Willows was probably going back.

Mr.Johnson turned Sally around and whispered to her ear.

“Quickly go back to the greenhouse, and wait there.”

And with a gentle slap on her lovely bottom he sent her on the way.

Sally somehow managed to return to the greenhouse. She fell to her knees and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.