puppyowner
Magistrate
They had stayed longer than most of their neighbours praying for the rains that never came, and like so many in the end they had had no choice and no money to make the 1,500 mile trip west and end up employed on someone else’s farm or orchard, a soul destroying prospect for him.
But once the decision had been made there was no turning back, his wife and daughter worked on the tack and bridles they would need to pull the car, the engine had long since seized up and there wasn’t money to repair this one or buy another,
He remembered that first day on the road with a shudder, it had been a disaster; so much more difficult than any of them had expected, the long dresses they had started out with had soon soaked with sweat and hampered their movements and caught on the thorny shrubs the only thing that grew in the dry dusty land, they could still see the farm when he’d taken out his penknife and shortened them and cut off the sleeves. Then they had been forced to stop every few hundred yards so his wife and daughter could get their breath back and get a drink of water, which meant taking off the bridles and tack and that took time; Something that he’d soon stopped doing much to their displeasure; he doubted they had gone more than three miles that first day when he finally decided to stop for the night and let them out of the tack and prepare dinner.
By the end of the first week things had changed, the dresses were gone completely luckily still in the tack the might be able to complain but they couldn’t stop him, but he hadn’t had much choice in the matter the sweat was causing the dresses to chaff and causing rashes, he wasn’t that pleased with the idea of them being naked any more than they were, but sacrifices had to be made.
By the end of the second week with probably no more than a seventy miles covered he had stopped even removing the tack at night and was doing the cooking himself and feeding them in an effort to save time getting them prepared and in the tack and bridles each morning.
By the end of the third week a routine had been set, the rose with the sun and had breakfast he no longer even unhitched them from the car. After eating they would start to pull and each day they were getting a little farther, any body fat they had had was being consumed to fuel their bodies under the constant strain of pulling the car, rest stops were coming further and further apart and shorter as their bodies toned and firmed and muscles built up. At the end of the day as the sun set as soon as they were fed his wife and daughter would lay down and sleep till morning and the day started over again.
By the sixth week things had changed dramatically he estimated now they were doing a good 15 sometimes more miles in a day, he was amazed he knew they were hard workers from the time on their own farm, but the difference from that first day to this was something he hadn’t dreamed possible, he had never been so proud of them
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But once the decision had been made there was no turning back, his wife and daughter worked on the tack and bridles they would need to pull the car, the engine had long since seized up and there wasn’t money to repair this one or buy another,
He remembered that first day on the road with a shudder, it had been a disaster; so much more difficult than any of them had expected, the long dresses they had started out with had soon soaked with sweat and hampered their movements and caught on the thorny shrubs the only thing that grew in the dry dusty land, they could still see the farm when he’d taken out his penknife and shortened them and cut off the sleeves. Then they had been forced to stop every few hundred yards so his wife and daughter could get their breath back and get a drink of water, which meant taking off the bridles and tack and that took time; Something that he’d soon stopped doing much to their displeasure; he doubted they had gone more than three miles that first day when he finally decided to stop for the night and let them out of the tack and prepare dinner.
By the end of the first week things had changed, the dresses were gone completely luckily still in the tack the might be able to complain but they couldn’t stop him, but he hadn’t had much choice in the matter the sweat was causing the dresses to chaff and causing rashes, he wasn’t that pleased with the idea of them being naked any more than they were, but sacrifices had to be made.
By the end of the second week with probably no more than a seventy miles covered he had stopped even removing the tack at night and was doing the cooking himself and feeding them in an effort to save time getting them prepared and in the tack and bridles each morning.
By the end of the third week a routine had been set, the rose with the sun and had breakfast he no longer even unhitched them from the car. After eating they would start to pull and each day they were getting a little farther, any body fat they had had was being consumed to fuel their bodies under the constant strain of pulling the car, rest stops were coming further and further apart and shorter as their bodies toned and firmed and muscles built up. At the end of the day as the sun set as soon as they were fed his wife and daughter would lay down and sleep till morning and the day started over again.
By the sixth week things had changed dramatically he estimated now they were doing a good 15 sometimes more miles in a day, he was amazed he knew they were hard workers from the time on their own farm, but the difference from that first day to this was something he hadn’t dreamed possible, he had never been so proud of them
more like this on my subscribe + the naked female fighting you'll find on my patreon (same name as here puppyowner)
