It was short and barely covered my crotch when standing. I knew I would be sitting on a padded cover for the seat that would absorb leakage but trap m...isture in the pad. All of us chose moccasins for footwear. Everyone but myself had been filled in all three orifices at breakfast.The farm was only about 2 hours up the road while towing the trailer with 2 stallions in it. We arrived at noon. The family was waiting for us. They had clothing on because we were strangers. The younger girls asked if. ”“Then I suppose it is best that you don’t tell me,” Betsy said.“I agree, which is why I won’t answer your question.”Looking a little disappointed, Betsy said, “You’re not like I expected you to be.”Amused, the fat woman asked, “What did you expect?”“Everyone says you’re the most frightening of the Gods and Goddesses. I kind of expected to be standing here with the feeling that thousands of ants were crawling on my skin.”“Like this?” the Two-Sided One asked.Every square inch of Betsy’s skin. Ramona, unused to her daughter taking that tone with her, and at the end of her emotional rope to begin with, snapped."No, Debbie, I think YOU need to tell ME what's going on! Why are you so intent that nothing should happen to that house? Why is it any of your BUSINESS what happens in that house? I want some answers young lady and I WANT THEM NOW!"Ramona's face was red and puffy as she shouted. Debbie's face got that way almost instantly too. Both women started screaming at each other, their. I nodded yes, scared to say the words out loud. Maddie smiled, reached out, and touched my arm. She didn’t want to break the spell, but the touch was a gentle reassurance. Ms. Ambani smiled, ‘Should I let you cum in that pretty little mouth of hers, Slut?’ Maddie gave multiple exaggerated nods, ‘Please, Mistress. May I?’ ‘Are you going to be a bad girl again?’ Maddie smiled, ‘Yes, Mistress, but next time you can watch.’ Ms. Ambani pinched Maddie’s nipple hard between her fingers and leaned down.