He was moving it for his father. I said hello, to Mr. Peterson and when I tried to introduce John and Beth, he waived me off and greeted his friends. ...hey shook hands and talked. Beth spoke to his wife. I asked John how he was and he said, "My parents come to all the home games. One of the reasons my dad lets me live here is the parking for the games." It is the only time I see the lot full. I am glad that Cathy has my car because I have John and Beth in my second spot and Darcy's parents will. Jill returned her focus to me as I let her legs down, allowing her more movement. She humped against me, mindlessly working toward another orgasm.“You will both answer my questions truthfully.” I said, “Elaborating to make your answers clear and complete.”They nodded, still looking daggers at me.“You are Jill's parents? I asked.Her father said yes, but her mother hesitated. A few more questions established that her father had been a vacuum cleaner salesman that had seduced her mother soon. She imagined what she would look like to the workers as they stood with their trays or sat down. The naked red head with her ass in the air and her boobs hanging down, framed lewdly between her arms, a strange mask, collar and tail decorating her otherwise naked body. Despite her fear she started to become aroused by the image that she conjured up.Occasionally a kitchen worker would come out and do something, placing hot food trays into the glass fronted counter, or re-stocking the another. “Stop,” he said.The truck he was in came to a stop. The other trucks stopped behind him. He got out and, using a pair of binoculars, looked around the area. He could see the antenna in the next field. There was a small shack at the base of the antenna. Much to his surprise, there didn’t appear to be any kind of guards present. An asset like this should be protected.He scanned the ragged clumps of trees that surrounded the field. There was some cover for guards, but not much. He didn’t trust it..