Pull your panties down to your knees. And spread your asscheeks for me."The quiver started in her lower lip, carrying down her chin and to her neck. O...ce the quiver hit her chest, her entire body vibrated momentarily. And she tilted her head back and gasped lightly as if she'd just had an orgasm. Only then did Viktoriya do as I asked, hunching her skirt up to her waist, dropping her thong panties to her knees, and reaching back to spread those perky buttcheeks.Unexpectedly, my hand clamped over. Jamie would laugh and giggle and swat at me to make me stop, but didn’t. Not really. When my fingers slipped over her nipples she let out a sweet little moan. She loved it, but still made me stop because “people could see”. That’s what I was counting on. I saw Melissa watching intently. I couldn’t see where her hands were, but I could guess.I pulled my hands from Jamie’s tits and started to do her legs, from the bottom, all the way up. I slid one hand between those thighs and gave her a quick. My curiosity spiked as to who the identity of the man was. He was still watching the tryout, but not the other girls, mostly just me. It was about two o’clock when the JV coach instructed us to have a seat in the grass. She told us she wanted to introduce us to someone. She beckoned to the man sitting on the bench. A film of sweat lined his brow as he walked over; it was about 80 degrees outside. The JV coached nodded to him, he flashed a pearly white smile and said “Hello girls,. Our house came with a state of the art closed-circuit camera system which I could access from my cell phone from anywhere in the world. There were twenty-six cameras through the interior of the home and sixteen on the outside scanning the property and its perimeter. Evidently, the house was formerly owned by an ambassador to a European country and for security reasons, to whatever degree, it was supposedly paid for by the US tax dollars.In fact, I had been in Europe. It was one of those trips.