You can fuck your mistress in her marital bed! Your adulterous mistress in her marital bed!’ The danger of a secret webcam was very obvious as I wat...hed and listened to the two lovers. Obviously, Sandy not only knew that I was watching (and that the camera was recording) this intimate scene, she actually wanted me to see them together. However, if a husband was actually spying on his unsuspecting wife, the things he heard and the things he saw would be, to put it mildly, disturbing. Sandy was. Her breathing was getting ragged. I detected a few soft moans from her. When I say a big rig up ahead, I saw my opportunity to show my baby girl off. I sped up a little and slowly passed him. She could tell by the increase in speed and the whine of the big diesel’s tires, that we were passing it. To her credit, she didn’t flinch. She held her position, even thrust her tits out even more. I slowed when we were right beside him. When he blew his horn a few times, I heard an audible gasp escape. John looked into her eyes with a steady stare, questioning and trying to gain reassurance that he had read her signals correctly.Letting go of her head, he undid the buttons of her heavy cardigan, pushing the bone shaped fastenings through the buttonholes, starting at the button nearest her throat until the last fell apart. He pushed the garment over her shoulders and gathered it together, carefully laying it on the bed behind her. She offered no resistance and didn’t move from the spot where. " Are you sure?" Can't you hear the misfiring, you fool?"The motor, indeed, at moments seemed to hesitate. Then everything became normal again. Don Luis forced the pace. Going downhill they appeared to be hurling themselves into space. One of the lamps went out. The other was not as bright as usual. But nothing diminished Don Luis's ardour.There was more misfiring, fresh hesitations, followed by efforts, as though the engine was pluckily striving to do its duty. And then suddenly came the final.