The women had already made their division of labor: Sue listened as the man talked about what was going on, and Joan paid close attention to the physi...al aspects of the barn and how the workers were treating the animals. Furthermore, she looked as closely as she thought she could get away with at the animals in an effort to judge their quality.We spent an hour at the stable, partly because of some of the inane questions that Sue asked as part of her cover as an ignorant, but amused, woman.. "How 'bout if I say you owned me for a few minutes?" She smiled up at me, a good smile in a bright face."Emma?" I said, "Good lord!" Right the first time," she said, grabbing my arm, "come along."I followed her down a boardwalk and up some worn, outside stairs to a dark room above a large tavern."Sit," she said, pointing to the only chair. "I'll get us something."She put down her bundle, opened a cupboard and produced a bottle and two dirty glass. She wiped the glasses out with her shawl,. A few minutes later shereturned with her robe on and two towels. She turned herback to me and wrapped one around her waist.She then laid face down on the table with her arms ather sides.I hardly got a glimpse at her breasts. I began rubbingher head as I’d seen Beth do and over several minutesmoved down her back to just above the towel. Mom saidthat I was a good learner and gave a great massage. Ithen went to the bottom of the table and began rubbingher feet. Her legs were together, so. My jacket, blouse and bra were slowly removed as I danced to invented tunes; I was reaching around to unfasten my skirt when the mistress stopped me. My hopes that this was going to be the end or my torment were dashed when she asked me if I shaved my pussy hair. I told her it was an embarrassing question but she persisted and called me an insolent bitch who needed to be punished. She repeated the question and I replied that I did shave my pubic hair. She became annoyed and told me I had to.