Thank you very much, It's nice to get sincere compliments. Do you use these baths much?" Not really, I've just moved here with my dad, my parents have...split up, and I'm looking for a job." I'm so sorry to hear that Tracy, it must be miserable for you, and being in a new town not knowing anyone as well." Oh it's not so bad, and anyway, I know you now Ann, don't I?" I suddenly had a pang of guilt. Here was this vulnerable young woman, who now seemed to just need a friend and there was I. . great boss, this pig-like farmer's wife ....He was ordered to sit with his knees pulled up to his face and with his back to the wall. As if he was about to give birth. Some straw was shoved under his buttocks, so that he was a bit better positioned for what was coming now inevitably. He held his breathe when a great lump of ointment was put on his butt opening. The farmer's wife entered his ass with a few fingers, to get some ointment in there too. And she put a lot of ointment on the fist. I secretly met with them the next day and we had a long talk and the scene was set. It was a very HOT Saturday morning when I was surprised by my husband.I had been hanging the laundry outside and when I entered the house I saw he was tied to a chair in the sitting room and there were five of his buddies in the room.I pretended to be shocked and asked:” What the hell is this,why did you tie my husband up?They started flirting with me and said that they knew I was a dominatrix and they said they. I kind of had a two to four-pack. In the right light.My eyes were my most striking feature: honey-coloured; almost golden. People told me I had honest eyes and they often betrayed the truth of what I felt. The rest of me? Rather normal, really: choppy chestnut hair that was messily swept over to the right; a slender nose; strong jawline and slightly bigger-than-average ears.Something that I was pretty embarassed about was the fact that I had no body hair to speak of yet, other than on my arms.