She gasped--I'm sure it hurt. "Are you going to bend over when I order you to?" "Yes, sir." This one I made sure was higher up then the last, and a li...ttle softer. I ran a finger through the edge of her cunt, getting my finger wet, then moved further down, spreading the wetness on her clit. She let out a soft, soft moan. I rubbed her clit in small circles, knowing she was very close. In one motion I stepped away from her and zapped her with the belt. "How many is that?" "42, sir." I wasn't. Probably have lunch out there.You got a minute?”“Sure,” I said and she opened the door wide and Istepped in. She closed it and smiled at me. My cockjerked to life.Cindy’s mother was something. She looked like a matureBarbie doll with her jutting boobs and her long legsand huge mop of blonde curls. She was wearing the topof a set of Babydoll PJs that hung from tiny straps.It was pale yellow and almost transparent with a fewfrills down the middle and at the bottom. It. And they dared not since the farmer was a man with a very violent temper and the military training to know how to be lethal.None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when the farmer was away on business, sometimes for weeks.His daughters were particularly vulnerable, they were home schooled and had never really been away from the farm to know or learn the ways of the weird, they were naive and could. They were asked to functions first, but the expectation was that they would “pay” for the date with an encounter of sexual satisfaction. The boys seemed to strut like roosters, and the girls, although presenting a front of being bright and flashy, actually seemed to become bent and weary as if carrying a great weight. Mindy vowed that she would never allow that to happen with her. She refused date requests from any Warrior with feathers.In her room, Mindy thought of her friends and of the.