Anyway, I've been quite embarrassed the few times that I've worn it in public.Well, the Saturday came and at least it was a lovely, warm, sunny day. I...don't think that I'd have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn't wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)The top that I had on is a little, thin,. Now that she was captive to these strange creatures, they wouldn't even have needed to tie her hands, so total was her submissiveness to captivity.Eventually, sleep overcame her, propped up against a tree; she dozed fitfully, dreaming of the family group she had just been wrenched from. Her sleep was disturbed before she could really get into it. The morning sun broke through the canopy. The men rose and prepared a breakfast of fruits and dried meat jerky.She was passed a tin cup of something. ........."Molly pushed the dishes to one side and hopped up on the kitchen table directly in front of April with her legs spread wide apart in an unbelievable slutty display that caused April's mouth to immediately go dry!!! "Jesus christ, Mol," she swallowed, "j-just look at your pussy, your lips are huge!!!" After putting her arms behind her on the table, Molly leaned back and by activating her cunt muscles flexed her outer lips with drove April right over the edge as she buried her face in. So the hostlers' busiest time was between 4:00 and 5:00. Then, they could clean out the stalls for the horses which were gone. From 9:00 to 4:00 the same number of cars were on the street, with -- of course -- the same number of horses, drivers and conductors. Mostly, it was the same cars, but not the same workers or the same horses. In the morning, as in the evening, cars were taken off the routes as fewer people wanted rides. That meant that the hostlers had barely cleaned out the stalls in.