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shit. What was she getting herself into? Whatever it was, her body was just humming with sexual need. When Jackson ordered her to remove her bra, her nipples tightened almost painfully.
    She leaned forward and slipped her hands up under the back of her tank. A quick maneuver and she was pulling the bra out of one sleeve.
    Jackson laughed and took the bra from her, tossing it into the back seat of the quad cab. “Damn, I expected you to have to remove your top to do that, but darned if it isn’t the sexiest show. A woman can stick her hands under her top, and a few movements it’s like a magic act with the bra coming out the sleeve.”
    “But I want to see your tits.” He looked at her speculatively. Then he grabbed the hem of her tank, tugging on it experimentally.
    “What are you doing, bro? Just take her top off so I can see her tits.”
    “I have a better idea,” replied Jackson. He shoved one big hand down the neck of her top, grabbing a breast while tugging on the hem with the other hand and pulled her breast out the neckline. He repeated the same actions with her other breast.
    “Very nice,” said Markus approvingly, as he moved his right hand from the gear shift to grab a breast. “Now pull her shorts off.” He removed his hand and slid his arm around her shoulders, sliding down so that he gripped her below the armpit. He gripped hard and lifted her lightly off the seat.
    “You can’t do that,” she protested as Jackson pulled off her shorts and panties together.
    “Sure we can. That’s why we put the towel down. So your cream won’t get all over the seat of the truck.”
    “Yup, she was wearing panties. That’s a second punishment, red.” He tried to sound stern, but he was grinning wolfishly. He licked his lips and lowered his head. Positioned as they were outside of her tank, it was as if her breasts were being offered up to him for his pleasure. They were pressed upward and together as if in offering. He latched on to a nipple and sucked hard. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him tight.
    She hadn’t been paying attending to Markus and almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand slide between her legs. This was the first time since that day seven years ago that two men had touched her at the same time. It was every bit as intoxicating as it was then, but she figured it would end a lot better. And then she stopped thinking, and she surrendered to the feeling of a mouth on her breasts and a hand between her legs.
    All too soon, the ride was over and they were at the lake. It was on private Lansing land, and no one ever went there except family and close friends. The men pulled away from her, and she moved to straighten her top. Jackson swatted her hands away again. “No, we like your tits on display like this. You’ve earned yet another punishment.”
    Markus grinned. “At this rate, your ass is going to be so red, you aren’t going to be able to sit for a week.”
    Markus exited the driver’s side and closed the door behind him after grabbing the big picnic basket from the backseat. Jackson got out and then unbuckled Cassie. “Good girl,” he whispered when he realized she had waited for him to do it. Then he picked her up out of the truck and set her on her feet. She still had her sandals on and the tank, but the way the tank was, she felt more naked and vulnerable than if she’d been totally undressed.
    They led her over to a shady area where the grass was green. Markus spread out the tablecloth on the ground and started unpacking the basket. Jackson settled on the ground, his back against the tree. Cassie stood there awkwardly, wondering if she was expected to sit down or what. Jackson saw her indecision and smiled, patting his lap. Not sure what he expected, she kneeled beside him and was a little shocked when he pulled her over his lap, ass up. She could feel his hard cock pushing through his pants against her stomach.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she