Nope, it seems someone's here to look at the pool

With the ringing of the doorbell you get your knees beneath you and start to pull. You quickly realize you're doing nothing but making your breasts sore and that you'll have to free your breasts as slowly as you'd fed them through the first time.

When the ringing stops you pause, listening for the sound of the car door. Instead you hear voices.

"...not there... said.... daughter... be here... try... back"

"Oh shit," you whisper, but even a desperation-filled yank doesn't help. You look around desperately, spying a towel, sunglasses, and the bottle of oil. ****, you snatch up the oil and squirted it down your front, then up from beneath. You hear the voice coming closer as you reach around the chair to hose your tits from that direction.

"...trying the backyard," the voice says from right outside the gate, and as you're pulling the oil out from beneath the chair you see a hand reach over. It startles you so much you squeeze the bottle, making most of the remaining oil rain down on your butt. Dropping the oil you snatch at the towel, not quite sure what to do with it, but knowing you at least have to hide your breasts.

While the hand raises the latch you toss the blanket across where you face would go, letting most of it hang off the side facing the gate so that it'll hide your predicament. As the gate swings open you jam on the large sunglasses, turning your head away from the gate as you pretend to be asleep.

Realizing that you're still on your knees you slide back into a lying down position, only for your toes to get stuck between the slats, leaving you ass upturned and your body not quite straight. Worse, the position shoves your chest into the chair, erasing any gains you might have made toward freedom.

"Yup, there's the pool," the voice says. "And there's.... whoa...."