’ My dad said, ‘Yeah, he looked a little under the weather earlier too. You feeling okay son?’ I just shook them off saying, ‘I was just tired... and that I needed to relax for a while.’ I could feel Helen’s other foot slide over taking my whole leg between her soft sock covered arches and tenderly caressing my lower leg. My cock sprang to life and thank god for the table cloth because I think it might have peeked over the table. As we casually conversed her foot traveled up my leg and found the. “Tell me or I’ll take the blindfold off,” I threatened.She inhaled sharply, maybe because her model’s disobedience frustrated and scandalized her, or maybe because she imagined what would happen if I went through with my threat and the idea excited her.“Alice,” I said her name sternly and lifted my hand to the cloth that lay across my eyes.“I see your body,” she hastily began, stopping me in my tracks. Something clattered to the floor. Her sketch pad and the pencil. “You’re beautiful and so. I don't know what I was thinking. Please let me..." Cheryl stammered and stuttered as I examined the damage to my truck."Take it easy Miss," I said interrupting her. "No one's hurt and no great damage, just a little paint knocked off."In fact, other than a line of paint on my metal bumper, I couldn't see any damage. My truck is an older model Ford that I use for odd jobs around my house or to go hunting and fishing or just to knock around in. Most of the damage was to her molded plastic bumper.. There was a tree growing through the engine compartment. It wasn’t just a little twig, but a tree with a six inch diameter trunk. It went up twenty feet. Cutting the tree down would damage the car unless it was done very carefully.“I know. But look at it.”“Once we get the tree out of the way, how will we get it on a trailer?”“I know, but look at it.”“There’s no engine, the hood is gone, the bottom is rusted out, the metal is thin, and there’s no interior.”“This is the car I want to.