Go back to the house with the pool, and masturbate in the backyard.

Go back to the house with the pool, and masturbate in the backyard.

"That's supposed to be easier?!" Mackenzie cried. She could hardly believe what the note was telling her to do. Go back to that back yard and... and pleasure herself?!

Mackenzie swallowed hard, trying to rationalize how this was an easier challenge than what she'd have if she'd kept the bra. All she knew was that it involved being in her own front yard. Was the challenge the same, just with a different setting? At least a stranger's back yard was, in theory, less embarrassing than her own front yard, where neighbors and other people she knew were likely to pass by and see. This still did little to ease Mackenzie's fears.

Stepping carefully down the alley, Mackenzie felt her hypersensitivity return. Every piece of gravel that ground against her soft feet stood out to her, every caress of the light breeze, every bird chirping and far-off engine running were impossible to miss. So, too, was the sound of conversation on the other side of the familiar fence Mackenzie now approached.

Her heart skipping a beat, the naked redhead crept carefully up to the fence, pressing her face close to the gap between two boards to confirm her fears. On the other side of the fence were the house's occupants, enjoying their pool and happily chatting away! She was expected to masturbate back there? Now? This was crazy! Despite her internal fears and protests, however, Mackenzie felt a tingle between her legs and flush on her skin at this new development.

Looking back toward the house her unknown pervert was observing from, Mackenzie frantically shook her head, hoping to make clear her refusal to follow through with this. Surely the voyeur was expecting the yard to be empty as well... right?

After a few moments, Mackenzie heard the now-familiar buzz of the helicopter, something again dangling from underneath it. As it came closer, Mackenzie saw the helicopter was holding-