“One!”Darius heaved the weight upwards; his calves, thighs and core doing all the work.“SQUAT!”He dipped down again, the weight not burdensome...yet, but a little more difficult than the first time.*WHAP*His ass, already bruised from Heather's abuse in recent weeks, smarted in pain.'Jesus Christ! Am I really being flogged with a towel while lifting?'“Two!”He thought about ending the exercise immediately, walking out and filing a complaint with the gym, but that would mean dealing with those women. When she gets out of the shower, she either wears a thin robe where I can see her pokey nipples or a tee shirt with no bra. Sometimes my wife comments on it. But my wife rarely wears a bra when they are over too. I have smelled all kinds of panties from her. My favorite are the thongs. The smell of the strings that have been in her smelly ass crack all day and then pressed against her asshole as she runs and sweats profusely is enough to make me cum. But the bikinis and boy shorts are just as. I saw him come into the barn.”I could tell she was just below us, standing next to the ladder.“He might have come in for some water, but I don’t know where he is.”“Well, you be careful around him. I saw the way he was looking at you.”“Is that so,” Carla responded and glanced at me. “Why shouldn’t he look at me? I’m beautiful.”Carla put on her boots while I sat as still as I could, then watched Carla make her way down the ladder. Just before she disappeared from the loft, she looked over at me. But noone did. Customers came and went, but Mom didn't come out of theladies' room. I went back to the car to make sure she hadn't come outbefore me and gone there; it was empty. I spent twenty minutes waitingoutside the ladies' room, then asked the next woman I saw who washeading in there if she could please check if my mom was okay. Sheignored me, sidestepping me when I tried to plead with her and duckinginto the restroom. After two more repetitions of that with othercustomers, and going.