Let's plan Sasha's humiliation

"So, how exactly are you going to strip and humiliate Ms. Pershing ?"

You are currently laying down naked on the couch. Hey, 'punishing' your girlfriend is hard work. Joyce, who is now uncuffed, is now laying on top of you with her head resting under your chin. Your hands is caressing her bare back and her now bright red ass, causing her to let out some very soft moans.

" Two words. Gadgets and Stealth."

".... that's technically three words"

"Whatever," Joyce says as she sit herself up, straddling your belly.

"That still doesn't complain how you're going to do this," You point out, trying not to get distracted by your girlfriend's bare breast staring at you.

"It's simple, love. First, we'll get you to follow as Ms. Pershing for the entire day. I'll probably get W or N to hack her schedule and make you her assistant for the day. Then, while you and her walking around and doing things, I'll use my stealth training to follow you two. You'll probably notice me, but she won't. And using my various gadgets, I'll be able to strip her naked," Joyce explains.

"Are you sure you can do this without being caught?" You ask concerned ." I'd hate for you to get in trouble."

" Don't worry. With the stealth I've learned from N and the great gadgets from W, I'll be able strip Ms. Pershing of her clothes one by one without ever being detected. She'll just think she is having really bad luck. And once she is naked, she'll jump in your arms for comfort. She'll confess her feeling, you'll kiss her, and we'll all laugh about this when she starts dating you," Joyce states confidently.

"Wow, you're brilliant," You grin

"I know," Joyce smiles before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. She then hops off you and on to her feet " There's some leftover pizza in the fridge. I'll heat it up."

As Joyce walks over to the fridge, you get up and stretch a bit. You find your boxers and pull them on. You begin to look for your clothes and find your jeans. You're about to pull them on.

" WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"

"EEKKK!"

You quickly look up and see what is happening. The door to the RV is open, and now standing inside is W and N, both looking shocked. Joyce is standing before, red with embarrassment and trying to cover herself with her arms.

"What the bloody hell is going?!" N demands.

"Looks like Joyce was having a lot of fun with Sam," W giggles.

"You're supposed to working, not fooling around with your boyfriend," N scowls " What were you thinking.

" I... well... uhmm..." Joyce stutters, trying to come up with an answer while still covering herself.

Not wanting your girlfriend to get into trouble, you quickly try to think of what to do. As you do, you take in the women's appearances—an ability you've developed from having many past relationships.

W is a 5'7" slim, wiry young woman with fair skin and a few freckles. Her chestnut brown hair falls past her shoulders in natural waves, and her playful hazel eyes shine from a heart-shaped face with defined cheekbones. She has a small B-cup chest and a compact, firm figure. Today, she’s wearing a purple one-piece tracksuit.

N is a commanding, curvy woman who stands at 5'8". Her long, wavy, dirty-blonde hair is tied back, and her intense blue eyes exude authority and calculation. She has warm, pale skin with sharp features, defined cheekbones, and a small scar under her jawline. She has modest C-cup breasts and a curvy, heart-shaped butt. Today, she’s wearing a cream turtleneck, grey blazer, and fitted jeans.

Both of them are beautiful. You can't help remember the day you fucked both of them to calm N down.

You smile, realizing how you can get Joyce out of trouble.