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The sound of a key entering a lock could be heard, and Cindy's dad entered the room and said, "can you guys help me carry in the groceries?" Can Brenda do that please, Cindy asked, I can't go on the street like this! Her father looked with surprise on her state of dress and asked what happened. Her stepmother told him Cindy already failed her first tasks and got punished by the program, and that everything is as it should be. Well then please help me now carry everything in, it's a lot, I already got all for the next week. Brenda took an umbrella and left the house. Cindy reached for another one, but her stepmom grabbed her wrist, "this would also cover your top area, so that's not allowed." But you just got me dry shorts, they gonna be wet again if I'm without protection, Cindy cried out. Your right honey, you have a point, so take them off, give them to me, i put them on the table while you carry the bags in. "Whaat?" said Cindy with an upset voice. Okay, I understand I go as I am, she whined. No you were absolutely right, we just gave you dry clothes so it would be stupid to wet them again, hand them over. With that, her mother waited with an open hand and locked at her stepdaughter with a stern look. Cindy couldn't believe it, she was about to shout for her father to help her as her phone rang.

New task: hand your short over to your observer.

Tears began to well up in her eyes again, she had shaven herself just two days ago, and everyone would see it now, this would be awful. She locked down, put her thumbs hesitantly into the waistband and started slowly pulling down her last cover. The only good thing was that her brother had rushed into his room as soon as he heard there were things to carry. Cindy walked out in the rain, looked right and left to make sure no neighbor would see her and made a run to the back of her father's car. The rain was still going on and she felt every drop of water and every little breeze of wind on her bare skin. The entrance of the house was currently in a very bad shape. Her father had arranged some workers to pave the way to their door with new stones, and wanted to have a Lawn to the right and left. But currently all there was was mud. The workers already removed the old stones but didn't start to pave yet. Her sister had rubber shoes of course, but Cindy had to go bare Food and sunk into the mud, deeper with every step. The wet mud clung to her feet and slowed her down. Cindy could see no one on the streets but wasn't sure if someone was looking out of their windows. As she arrived at the car she noticed her sister already got all the light stuff and all there was left was a big heavy bag filled with lots of cans which would get stored in the basement. She got the bag over her shoulders and shut the trunk and got going. Her father saw her carrying the bag and told Brenda to help. She was half way true and her sister came towards her as she got stuck with her right leg in the mud and started to lose her balance. Her sister grabbed for the bag and with an evil grin gave Cindy a light push on her shoulder. That was enough to make Cindy fall over backward into the mud. The handle from the bag ripped and all the cans fell into the mud. The wet mud glued Cindy to the ground, and Brenda used that opportunity to push her muddy shoe right into Cindy's unprotected pussy, leaving a dirty spot.

Cindy lying on the ground, embarrassed and wet from the rain, her complete backside covered in mud.

"What's going on," shouted Margret from the door. "Cindy fell into the mud, and she ripped the bag while doing that, and now the cans are all dirty." "Brenda pushed me!" Cindy exclaimed, tears all over her face.