There were monsters here.There had been reports of people being burned to ashes yet the fields were untouched. Magic was her first thought. Yet when t...ey arrived there were no signs of a wizard, sorcerer, nor even a pyromancer. Could it be some kind of new monster not known as of yet? New ones sprouted everyday. However the only strong and dangerous ones came from the old world. A time before time. Could this be an awakened old god? A monstrosity they specialized in dealing with. That was. Maybe it was me, maybe I was becoming some sort of sex freak. Or maybe I’d always been this way, with a sick spanking fetish laying dormant beneath my libido. Even this uncertainty of why I was getting turned on was turning me on. The idea of being controlled to this extent often brought a flush that rose above my breasts and made my face glow and my cheeks burn with passion and shame. Sometimes I would come close to having an orgasm and would stay on the edge for hours, my breathing reduced to. “Stack I guess,” David said to his dad as the tractor’s engine was turned off. Okay! Grabbing a pair of hay bail hooks, he rode the elevating ramp to the loft. “Damn,” if it was 98 in the field, it had to be over 120 in the loft. Muscles acing, and sweating like a waterfall, David tried to keep time with his dad, tossing hay bails to his mom, who placed them on the conveyor. Then no more were sent up. “come on you old people, I have done twice the work as you, and I aren’t resting,” wiping. Jeanette, the Plonske agent who spent a good deal of her time with Lindsey's, was the one who insisted that they bug the house to find out more. She personally came to a staff meeting and pled the case. After she had told the group what she was sure they would find, her tears prompted Julia to ask "That's what home was like for you, wasn't it, Jeanette?"It was even worse than Jeanette's. As much a scullery slave as Connie had been, Madison was denied any scrap of privacy. The punishment for any.