She froze, her ass was in pain. He told her to get up as spunk was dribbling onto his sofa. He wiped his cock with an old tissue and threw it back ont... the floor. She ran to the toilets to get tissue to clean herself, she sat there for a few minutes awaiting her brain to come up with something to get her out of here, but there was nothing. She came back out, her suitcase opened on the living room floor, he had taken her keys from her handbag. He held up her skimpy outfits, impressed by her. The little minx presented her tiny tits for my tongue to play with as she frigged her clitoris into a state of agitated reception for my reactivated cock. My widow wife spanked her sweet ass cheeks with her experienced hands just to warm her up for my swift taking.I looked down into Josie’s smiling face and saw the lust lighting her deep blue eyes with that lovely touch of young girl anticipation.I felt her hands grasping my shaft and she rubbed my hardness all over her privates and even up. The doorman let us in, but not without a hefty cover charge. Zoe paid for both of us and took my hand. Inside the floor felt like it was moving under my feet. A rainbow of lights filled the room. My hand was pulled through the crowd. If it had not I would have lost Zoe immediately. She led me up an iron stairway, again making me think this should be a warehouse, and squeezed through to the railing where we could overlook most of the club.The dance floor covered more than half of the room below. It was easy to drill a hole up the shower room ceiling through the janitorial closet, the test was how to hide the hole and the camera lens from the watchful eyes. Along the shower room ceiling, there was a hot air duct on the same wall as the closet, so by drilling a hole from the closet, through the duct work, Walter was able to hide the camera behind the air duct metal, being nearly invisible to the naked eye view from any angle of the main shower room. With all the system in place, not only.