The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vast field of crops that the farmwoman had worked tirelessly to cultivate. She stood tall amongst the swaying stalks, her strong and controlling figure exuding a sense of power and dominance. The wind rustled through the leaves, as if whispering secrets to the woman who had coaxed them to life.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, the farmwoman began to relieve herself on the crops, finding the act of peeing on them oddly arousing. She chuckled to herself, imagining the little boys who would unknowingly consume the tainted food. "Such innocent little things, so oblivious to the power I hold over them," she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.
Once the harvest was complete, she separated the crops into two piles - one for the little boys and one for the little girls. With a subtle sprinkle of her urine, the boys' pile was tainted, while the girls' pile was carefully cleaned and given extra nutrients.
The farmwoman watched with amusement as the little boys eagerly took the tainted food, not realizing the harm they were unknowingly subjecting themselves to. She couldn't help but find pleasure in their ignorance, her mind filling with playful insults towards the weak and inferior boys.
Meanwhile, the little girls gratefully accepted the clean and nutrient-rich food, praising the farmwoman for her generosity. The women exchanged knowing smiles, a silent understanding passing between them.
As she watched the scene unfold, the farmwoman felt a growing sense of arousal. There was just something about being a woman harming boys and helping girls that she found incredibly hot. She decided to take things one step further and began to masturbate, using the scene before her as inspiration.
Her moans of pleasure went unnoticed by the children, who were too focused on their food to pay her any mind. She continued to pleasure herself, imagining the power and control she held over the little boys.
Finally, she reached her climax, feeling a sense of satisfaction and dominance wash over her. She took a deep breath, feeling rejuvenated and ready to continue her work on the farm.
She looked at the little boys and girls one last time, smiling to herself at the secret she held over them. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, the farmwoman turned and walked away, already planning her next act of dominance over the little boys.
The scene ended with the farmwoman's laughter echoing through the field, a reminder of the power and control she held as a woman.
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