You watched me all the time; in my garden and in my house. You lavished me with attention and I soon began to find your constant surveillance a turn-o.... I liked being watched and the more it happened, the more I craved it. I love having my very own watcher.Do you recall the first time things escalated? The day I decided to give you something worth watching? I do. Oh God, I came hard that day. I felt so naughty stripping down to my underwater right in front of my bedroom window with the curtains. Let me go into the story. Because of some financial problem, I decided to work as a call girl for some time. I didn’t want to join the escort as they just spread our personal information a lot with photos. I decided to search and choose the guys by myself. I came across a decent guy in a chatting site. Had chat with him for a couple of days and then decided to have a meet. I called him for a coffee as I didn’t want to share my pictures.On a Wednesday evening, we met up for coffee in a coffee. "So, was she a good fuck then?" I questioned him in return. He didn't answer, but handed me a can of beer then, realizing my hands were still bound behind my back, proceeded to try pouring the contents down my throat, even though quite a lot ended up being poured over my breasts and down the front of my body.I'm ashamed to say I fell asleep soon afterwards even though the 'party' was still in full swing. When I awoke I could see daylight through the crack round the edge of the door. . He told me he just lived a short drive and I could use his bathroom if I wanted. I thought about it for just a second and took him up on it. I followed him and it was less than a mile. Nice older home and well kept. We went in and he pointed to the bathroom and said, "make yourself at home...I sat down to pee, so I wouldn't make any kind of mess on the seat and he asked through the door If I would like something to drink. I told him some water would be good. I finished my business,.