I clicked my seatbelt into place and looked up to ask Michael a question, but a splash of warm soapy water hit me and made me sputter.I wiped my eyes ...nd shook off my hands only to find that I was perfectly dry. I looked at Greta. She was in the middle of casting another spell. I didn’t bother looking at Michael this time, I simply asked, “What is she casting?”“That first one, by the sound of it, was a cleaning spell.”I looked up at the rear view mirror. I could only see his eyes, but he. I was pulled back up to my feet and bent over, the coat raised to bare my bottom, and I was unceremoniously penetrated and fucked vaginally and painfully in my anus.I stood shaking, tears in my eyes as I buttoned my coat, hopefully for the last time, the **** was over, I got nothing from the encounter, but he was not finished with me yet. 'Look here', he said, as he walked up to the brick wall that shielded our fuck session, and lifted a little thing that was there and came back up to me, it. " she cooed. I nibbled on her ear and explained, "Meg, do it for daddy." As an incentive I started to thrust harder. "Unnnn, Unnnnn okay, okay" she moaned. She began to slap her plump clit with my every stroke. "O MY GOSHHH DADDY IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!" she exclaimed. I moved my hand form her neck and started squeezing her swollen nipples. I started sucking and nibbling on her neck. "Mmmmm feels so good!" I started fucking her soaking pussy harder. Faster and faster I couldn't get enough. Computer literacy could be taught once we needed the skill.Several of the women from the ghetto had run small gardens to feed their sisters in need, so they were our new source of farm managers. They were recruited to gather a troop of unskilled farm workers to be the grunts. They also were instructed to find a place deep within the cave for our farm. The tractors and trains of carts would cover the transportation problem.I also had Cindy search for a school teacher to start a class for school.