I needed to find a shovel to dig for worms. The barn was a maze of rooms on the ground floor. Grandpa’s tool room was just inside the door. The ...arn was still used a shelter for the cattle my great uncle kept. The barn bore the intense smell of manure and the musky odor of stored bedding and feed kept up in the lofts. I located a suitable shovel and found a promising dig site back outside. Shelly was still nosing around in the barn and must have been checking out the newest. " one said and I saw 7 or 8 huge dogs being brought in. I was moved so that I was on a kind of breeding bench and my legs tied apart and my tits hanging over one edge while my arms were again tied apart. Someone slapped me hard on the ass and I cried out in pain. "Like that?" said one and another slap landed on my ass. They had a leather belt and were now beating my ass harder than is desired for fun. Tears were rolling from my eyes and I was begging for them to stop. When they did a dog was. What can I do to persuade you?"Anna says, "On the days we have removed your skirt and won your panties, you must remain bottomless for the rest of the working day. People may well come into the office. You must manage as best you can." I agree to that," blushed Rita with a tingle in her stomach.Sarah says "If we don't guess right for a few days your skirt will be very short. We may be able to see the colour before Noon. So you are bound to lose." That is my husband's idea. He wants me to lose. As I looked around at the dozen goddesses of sensuality around me a silly thought crossed my mind, 'Hugh Hefner, eat your heart out.'Basking in the aura of adoring females, my mind started to wander again. What forces of the cosmos have drawn so many girls to me and conversely sent me to them. Could it be simple sex? Not really. I guess I have an inner driving force which causes me to come to the aid of females of any age who are in need of my intervention into their calamities. I have the.