” Finch stood and gazed to where the ridge rose above their campsite and was covered with a long line of thick trees. Panthea leaned her weapon agai...nst the tree, moved just a few feet away, and pulled her pants down to her ankles, panties crumpled inside. Despite her instructions, he was drawn to where the woman’s thin but enticing backside spread out as she began to urinate.Without turning to watch him, she called back, “you watching your sector, or are you watching me piss?”“I, uh...” Finch. She was trim in a powder-blue pantsuit and short, curly gray hair, and he had balding gray hair and a mustache and wore a plaid shirt tucked into baggy pants worn too high and doing nothing to obscure his large gut. I approached the counter and the woman smiled at me and said, “It’s our anonymous beauty, Matthew.” His eyes were glued to my nipples. “Indeed it is.” I said, “I don’t understand how you got that sketch of me, the one in the window.” “We have quite a few of them,” she said. “The. Miss Hargreaves had never known such parties existed, and, thinking about her long-held fantasy, it led her to investigate and she discovered details of another forthcoming ladies only party where they were looking for adult women to come dressed as college girls. The location was at a country house fifteen miles away so she thought that would be far enough away that she wouldn’t know anyone at the party, and it would be a good way to satisfy her fantasy of being caned, just the once, and so. I like that I did that to you."She then inserted her fingers into the waistband on Amanda's hips. Tugging them down, she revealed the source. Amanda's lips were glistening in the last bit of sunlight as it focused on the spot where she was standing. The timing was perfect as if some Hollywood director cued the prop master to open the curtains just enough to let the setting sun shine on his star. Evette finished removing the panties helping Amanda once more step out of them.Amanda, now bare,.