Martha stood tall and proud in the middle of her freshly harvested field, her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed the fruits of her labor. She was a strong and controlling woman, and she took great pride in the power that came from working the land and growing her own crops.
As she stood there, basking in the satisfaction of a job well done, she noticed a group of little boys and girls playing in the nearby field. Martha called out to them, beckoning them over.
"Come here, children," she said, her voice firm yet kind. "I have some crops for you to take home to your families."
The boys eagerly approached, their eyes wide with excitement at the prospect of fresh crops. Martha handed each of them a basket, filled to the brim with her homegrown bounty. The girls, too, came forward, and Martha gave them baskets of fresh, clean food.
As the children dug into the crops, Martha watched with amusement. Unbeknownst to the boys, she had urinated on the crops before handing them out, asserting her dominance in a way that only she found amusing.
Martha couldn't help but laugh as she watched the boys eagerly eat the contaminated crops. She found something incredibly hot about being a woman who was harming boys and helping girls.
As she stood there, masturbating quietly while the children ate, Martha couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was in control of the situation, and the boys were none the wiser.
As the children finished the crops, Martha called them over once again.
"How did you like the crops, children?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
The boys were hesitant to answer, but the girls raved about how delicious they were. Martha couldn't help but smirk at the boys as they tried to hide their discomfort.
She decided to give the boys some more of the crops, this time with even more of her urine on them. She found it hilarious that they continued to eat them without complaint.
As the children left, Martha couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had asserted her dominance over the boys once again, and she couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow.
Martha went back to her house, still laughing at the thought of the boys unknowingly eating her urine. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, already planning her next move in her game of dominance.
The next day, Martha woke up early and went back to her field. She couldn't wait to see the boys' reactions when they realized that the crops were still contaminated. She set up her basket of crops and waited for the boys and girls to arrive. She was ready to assert her dominance once again.
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