When we got close to the arroyo, I had the women drop down to the floor of the wagon, and Martha drove while sitting on the floor. Only her head and a...little of her shoulders were visible over the sidewalls of the wagon, and even less than that would be visible to men standing in the arroyo. Helen was beside her with her shotgun ready to reply to hostile fire.I dropped back and rode about 50 yards behind the wagon. If there was any shooting from the arroyo, I was going to dismount and run down. "To keep her happy I said, "I'll do my best." I forced a smile. "AndI'll stay here the entire time." Honestly, that was because I didn'twant to leave some freaks who were wearing female clothes in our housealone."I'll accept that as a promise." Her tone softened slightly as sheadded, "And I'm glad you agreed to do whatever you need to. That'simportant, too. And I wouldn't like it if you broke either of thosepromises."Feeling boxed in, I nodded and pushed my pale brown hair back behindmy. I really needed something to touch them and soothe me now. Some men grabbed me and, with a couple of pulls had me out of the rest of the outfit. They pulled me to the center of the room and, bending me over, attached my wrists to a ring in the ceiling. A couple of more pulls and I was bent WAY over at the waist. They pulled my ankles apart and fastened something between them so that my legs were spread as well. I saw Ingrid drop her bikini on the floor and when I looked up I saw the whip in her. My penis was giving a good-morning nudge to her abdomen, rocking along the pooch and providing proof that last night's confessions were not forgotten.Mom hugged me back in return, her hips responding to my pelvic motion. We resumed the hunching, butt grabbing sort of dynamics of last night, except that my legs were outside of hers, and she was not spread with my member dangerously close as previously. Still a stimulating and sexy clench. I kissed her, she Frenched me back. I felt like it.