When her nipples were erect, they were evident in almost any blouse or sweater she wore. Sometimes she could force the thoughts and images from her mi...nd, sometimes she couldn't. "Yes sir," was all she could say. He released her nipple and put his hand back on the car door. "What's under the skirt, slave?" "Master..." Brenda's voice trailed off, barely audible. "Pull up your skirt, slave. Show me," he said. Brenda wriggled in the seat and pulled up the hem of her skirt with both hands, exposing. I tried to snap out of it, remembering I wasn't the kind to do such acts. So I tried to stop myself but when I looked at the monitor, I could see him stroking his growing cock and balls from his pants. I was done for.He probably knew his effect on me, or maybe sensed what I was truly going through, because I remember my face getting hotter from this unexpected visual he was giving me. He started to tease and undress slowly for me, prolonging my agony, curiosity, and desire. "Do you want me to. Yep, the Dairy Dream. Dairy Queen knockoff, you could say. All of the frills of the giant, with less cost for the owner. It was an older, slightly run-down building I remembered from my childhood. It was adorned with a dancing neon ice cream cone you could see for quite a distance. My parents favored the fresh strawberry malts. I preferred the banana split, and loved their chili dogs. You could even get a foot-long chili dog!I parked and shut the car off. It was no use trying to get out and get. Vicki had managed to find a shoulder bag in the house and we stuffed our clothes in it along with the camera, then walked back down to the water. Even the jandals were in the bag. I don't think I'd ever been so naked outside the house.Instead of heading back to the large stones on which we'd safely crossed the river the first time, we dropped the bag on the river bank and waded straight in. The cold water felt wonderful on my bare skin, and I loved watching Vicki jump up and down, her breasts.