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I relish the feel of my body in the cool air, with nothing between me and whatever might happen! Of course, as mistress, I'll be clothed when we entertain guests, and I control everything that goes on here. Now, who shall it be? Do you see that sawhorse there? Get a pillow if you wish it for your tummy, and bend right over, for I don't intend to wait all day.

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I am being paid by the hour, girls! Nervously, obviously wishing this all could somehow be avoided, but knowing it was her master's wish, Barbi let go my hand and walked slowly to an innocuous to me, at least! wooden trestle set near a corner of the room. When she reached it she stooped and picked up a leather pad that lay at an angle beside one of its legs. She put the pad on top of the trestle and, after taking a moment to brush back her hair, bent over so that her bottom mooned us. I almost broke out giggling.

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A girl like Barbi, showing us her ass like that! Then I watched as mistress approached Barbi with an ominous, cat like prance in her step, stalking garden robbins and their little nestling eggs. Mistress swished her cane once. Barbi spread out her hands and took hold of a post that ran way down between the legs of the trestle.

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I saw her hair touch the floor, then fall on it even more completely as she bowed very low, her legs straight and her ass high. Open your legs, girl! Mistress scolded. Its cups were useless, covering only little triangles of flesh, leaving the mounds of my boobs largely uncovered. But I tied the top on anyway. It was a game, I think. A game of hide and seek, the private parts version. My panties proved no more secure in guaranteeing any portion of my modesty than the bra had. They were flimsy, easily torn. They failed to cover all of my bush in front.

They left my bottom cheeks bulging out in back, my ass crack showing much of itself. Along the sides there was nothing, just slender ties that I made into pretty bows. The men fared no better. Their cocks, hard again, could not be contained by the briefs mistress gave them. The heads shot up out of the front of their suits. Below their balls, refilling already, bulged manfully, threatening to burst out between their legs. Mistress gave herself a suit no better than ours. Ah well, she sighed. Do the best you can with them, mine is no better. Perhaps a different swimsuit supplier will have to be gotten next time.

There was a gleam in her eyes. From the barn emerged five exhausted figures. They had no clothes on and seemed too dazed to feel much in the way of embarrassment. Jill walked with her hand over her pussy until she'd passed the workmen. Then she clapped both her hands to her bottom to keep their eyes from watching her ass. But the workmen had little trouble noticing how bright and red her bottom was. Jill kept her head hung low and walked more quickly than the rest. She was young and tried her best to be prim. Teen rape angela offered no such pretensions. She smiled sleepily at the workmen as she passed them. They tipped their hat to her, as they had to Jill, who'd ignored them. Angela wore only her dress, but it was askew and the decorative ties were almost completely undone. They hung down from her waist like broken shoelaces. Beth ambled past the teen rape workmen but did not acknowledge them. She held her hands protectively over her bosoms. Yet she had only two hands, not three, and her bush was bare and looked damp and moist from a long night of fucking. Absently, not looking at the workmen, but quite aware of their presence, she tossed back her blonde hair. It was no longer pinned up and it tumbled in a disheveled state over her bare white shoulders. Dave and Rob walked awkwardly. She always had very cool gym clothes.

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