Just like I'd done for her. Never taking her eyes off mine as I studied her body. One piece of clothing at a time. First her dress which was a soft, g...rey wrap around thing that moved like flowing water when she did. She untied it and, taking her time, unwrapped it. It was a strippers move like I'd done for her, slow and sensual. Her bra and panties were matching see-through red lace and seeing the contrasts of her black skin through that red lace started my blood boiling. When she'd reached. I brought up a map of the United States with the NFL cities labeled in red. I immediately noticed the west coast cities being a distance from the rest, especially Washington State. Unless ... We start from there?Its 2,238 miles away, over thirty-three hours of driving to get there from Vincennes and there aren’t any NFL stadiums anywhere close on the way there. About halfway there was Bismarck where we had an overflow crowd just a few weeks before. I plotted it and went on. From Seattle to. Then, not unlike when Emily interrupted us at the other end of the roof, we heard people approaching, laughing - clearly drunk. We all reacted the same way, quickly moving apart, and trying to find our suits. We were totally busted.“Whoa! Hey! Skinny dippers!” said some random guy wearing a backward baseball hat.Sue reacted first, “Ah well, yes, But we were just leaving. Sooo, y’all can carry on.”We quickly dressed and this group of drunk idiots, who were returning from whatever they were doing. She stood there, obviously unsure of what to do next."Well," he snapped, "Get on with it."The only result of this was that the girl broke into a flood of tears. He considered the picture she presented. A slim girl with breasts which some would consider too small but a nicely rounded arse. Long dark hair and big brown eyes. A plump mons which had been meticulously shaven. A woebegone expression and tears running down her face."Don't you know what to do?" he asked."Master, I am to please you, but.