Finally I had her put them in my backpack. “Okay, now we’re going to go into your bedroom and pack. You’re going to pack as many clothes as you...can into your suitcase.” “Are you going to kidnap me?” she asked. “No,” I said, which was the truth. “Just do it.” When she finished packing I had her put the suitcase in her car. She started to put it in the trunk, but I stopped her. I wanted to leave enough room in the trunk for her corpse, so I had her put it in the backseat. I then had her move all. When I looked back to her I couldn’t help but noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse. It was opened all the way down in the front. The flaps of her blouse caught in the gentle breeze and exposed her right down to her belly button. She was standing in a sunny spot, and must have thought this would help her stay cool. I hadn’t noticed until just then that she had not been wearing a bra. I’m not sure of how many times I snagged or failed to notice my bait being stole. I was trying. “What do you want to do, Daddy?” she asks, her voice carrying only a hint of teasing.Robert knows what he wants. He grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet, roughly turning her around and bending her over. Cynthia gasps and smiles, her hair in her face and her breath coming in quick puffs. She props herself up on her hands, her legs spread wide. Robert flips her pretty dress up over her ripe ass, revealing two firm cheeks beneath the simplest white cotton panties.He pushes her panties down. She was maybe 24 years old, tight and toned with a body that had me full hard before I even got the tire off. She liked to show off, and liked to be watched.She was also very talkative.While I spun the lugnuts and loosened the tire she began asking me questions. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "What do you like better, my legs or my butt?" Do you like sex outside?" Ever fuck a complete stranger?"I answered every question, trying to play it cool and coy, seeing that approach seemed to make her even.