<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>John Hammond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/john-hammond/</link><description>Recent content in John Hammond on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/john-hammond/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>It Had To Happen One Day</title><link>/stories/2022/05/28/it-had-to-happen-one-day/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/05/28/it-had-to-happen-one-day/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For years I have been playing games in my country cottage without getting seen,then one very wet friday afternoon it happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On my days off from work I like to dress up in my girly clothes,complete with chastity wear and bondage items with the keys locked away in a time release box.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lane outside my cottage is known to flood after heavy rain and that night we had consistent downpours, so the corner a few yards down the lane was well under water. When it’s like that most locals know not to use it, only farmers in tractors or people with high clearance SUVs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>