Iwas deeply ashamed of this thought........but still I wanted it!."Come Sissy Slut time to test your training," Mistress Donna commanded.When I stood ... could now focus on the Mistresses. Mistress Jenny wasquite tall. She had on a red rubber hood and a short sleeve black rubbercatsuit. The huge breasts however were shiny red rubber as were theshoulder length gloves she wore. I wondered if her tits were just aslarge as mine underneath. Her catsuit was tucked into a tight pair ofrubber jodhpurs. . Iss chut ka asli haqdar tu hain” … I knew it was going to be a long night … I held her hand as she was really hurting me with her nails … I drove her mad with my fucking … I took her hands and joined with mine and folded them over her head and fucked her in missionary position for some time as I enjoyed her boobs too in that position … Her screams and the sounds of my thumping were all I could hear around … It was serene … Her movements her screams her breathing everything was seeming that. On weekends there is always the catch up stuff. Washing horses and donkeys. Cleaning stalls that were getting too full of straw and manure. Moving hay around in the loft as it gets later in the spring before new hay. Dad even had me helping in the fields. You have to do all the prep stuff before planting. First is plowing, then discing to bust up any dirt clods. Depending on what we were planting, we would sometimes use a harrow or culti-mulcher to make the prepared soil more fine. Corn grows. Traffic ranged from sparse to gridlocked. Using Baby Huey in the shuttle Messenger of the Gods to route around the congested intersections, it took only three hours to travel from the insertion point to Apacheland. There were many abandoned and stripped automobiles lining the potholed highway. A horse would have been nicer and not really that much slower."Are we there yet?" Boo quipped as I pulled the sputtering RV into the parking lot."Will this thing start again?" Lau was another.