" I gave him a very small nod yes. It was as if I was afraid to give him a bigger nod, afraid that someone would know or see that I was green lighti...g my son to open up my top to look at my tits. My nipples were so hard from the thought's of what my son was going to do. The fabric of the pajama top was rubbing against my nipples giving me a very pleasurable sensation. I could feel my pussy becoming even wetter as my son slowly unbuttoned my top. He very slowly undid each button working his. “Withers was dead right on this,” Tessa remarked.“Hunh?”“One of his early chapters is called ‘Bureaucracy or Common Sense?’ And it’s about the three different bodies responsible for Kununurra. We need to discuss what to do next.”“I want to drive out to see one or two of the bigger farms.”“OK. But that’s not what I meant.”“I realize that. But I want a better view of the larger area.“Very well. I can see where the agricultural areas are marked along the watercourse downstream on the Ord and. The basic layout was as follows: Level 1: Dozens of small bestiality rings were scattered around the country. Though easy to dismantle, such rings were equally easy to start up. Each time the cops took one down, another one would pop up somewhere else. After disassembling half a dozen such rings, the cops finally discovered there mini organizations were actually recruiting grounds for higher-end bestiality rings. Level 2: Once a particularly talented young woman was recruited from a level 1. They would address her as Mistress and obey her without hesitation.. She would be expected to punish them for sloppy work, and could, of course, punish them for her own pleasure. In the mornings, starting on day one, she would go to the stables where her former mistress was to be housed, to wash her down, comb her hair, and ensure that her shaved mound did not acquire stubble. Was she sure that this was something she wished to do?? Oh yes sir, please?, she replied with relish. Hidden depths, I.