As she was slideing on down her shirt was sliding up to her stomach .I was trying to keep my hard cock from poking her is the ass as she got comfortab...le , she said ok I'm all in and I reached over her to zip up the sleeping bag as I zipped it up I could feel her hard nipples as she shivered .I got it zipped up and pulled my hand back behind her and she reach over and took my hand and pulled it over her to her stomach and held it there .She asked me to hold her tight and warm her up as she slid. I'd considered a sweetheart neckline with some cleavage showing, but this actually showed a little breast flesh on my side, not in front. The girls I had gym with knew that I didn't pad my bra, but there were always questions. Now they'd be laid to rest. A flat-chested or small-bosomed girl could not do what I was doing.If I'd gone for the sweetheart neckline I could have had a bra sewn into the dress to give me some support. I didn't do that, so I was going to juggle and move under my dress.. “Day off, eh”“No, rang in sick”“Vanessa…what is the meaning of this?”“I…um…I…wanted to serve you…um…sir…”“Enough…” the Master said firmly. “Three things…While I am here the bitches do complete strips…you can tie string around their waists…after they dance…that will enable them to collect tips without impeding the punters view of their cunts.” Changing tone to a more sarcastic one he continued “Vanessaeh … why did you take on Kitty…’Vanessa the undresser’ works so well…ha ha ha…anyway…”Changing. He forced her into the back seat and darred her to try anything. He layed his seat back and ordered her to remove her clothes. He glanced around the parking lot and made sure no one could see anything. His large white truck blocking the view from the streets and the building blocking the other side. She nervously removed the tube top, her large breast jiggled freely in the cool summer breeze, she look up toward him, his muscular build and large body assured her she must comply as he had.