Emily wasn’t drinking from a damn water hose in a barn.Maggie leaned over, took a few sips, then let the water run down her face, onto her chest. Wh...n she turned off the hose and stood up straight, Emily admired her young firm tits, brown areolas and stiff nipples visible through her sheer top. “My, my, what a delicious looking little country girl,” thought Emily.Maggie and Molly flopped down side by side on two haybales. Emily followed their lead and sat on the end of a haybale opposite them,. I was having trouble keeping up in my ridiculously high heels, but managed to get to the car without spraining anything. He opened my door and shoved my inside...as he virtually sprinted around the other door, I allowed myself a tiny grin of satisfaction that was wiped off instantly when he opened the driver-side door.He peeled out of the drive way and raced down the dark streets of the stately neighborhood. My heart raced as he found the almost hidden entrance to the heavily wooded park. The guests began to leave, and I waited to go with Katt’s family. Mikael and Lotta would join us later at her parents’ house. Katt lived a relatively short distance from the rink, but her parents had driven to the rink so it would be easier to get the presents home. I helped carry her loot to the car. I brought the bag with my gifts for her as well.Katt’s family lived in a moderately sized house on Båtyxegatan. When we arrived, I helped carry her gifts in. We set them on a table with her. I had my opinion and we both knew who was in charge. She responded. Oh well now. This was too good to miss. Taking a sip of wine, I listened to her counterargument. I knew her buttons. She was mine, so manipulating her was almost effortless, arousing her was almost effortless. Once aroused, controlling her was dangerous. I took another sip of my wine and laughed at her responses. The women around us divided. Half pressed closer to see the show, half faded in fear of a scene. There.