I just try to drink the very sight of you. It looks wet, but you were in the shower. So is it we or...wet? I can't tell, I would need more time. And t...at I don't have because, somehow my luck ran out. You don't open the door, you do something far more cruel...you hang your towel over the doorknob...my view is blocked. I almost scream again in frustration....But I hear your footsteps. You head back to the shower, and turn in on. The sound the water makes gives me the chance I need. I move the. ? I may as well have not beenthere; they discussed my physical attributes for a good five minutes withoutactually taking any notice of me at all. Then Miss Fiona looked at her watch, slappedme lightly on the chest and sent me off to make the dinner. Again things went on like thatfor quite a while but the two of them were clearly enjoying my discomfort and Iknew, before long, they would call me before them again. It was the first anniversary ofour being home alone when the next major. At this time I had long straight hair, so I had no need of a wig, and I also had (and still have) a girlish figure, with great legs and a plump but pert bottom.About 20 minutes after Paul had arrived, Nicole knocked on the spare bedroom door and asked me to come into the living room. With a great deal of apprehension I did so. A man had never seen me like this before, and the humiliation was extreme, frightening but also very exciting. When I entered the living room my girlfriend said, "here he. I was getting soaking wet as I watched Emma getting so much pleasure. Watching her back as she jerked her body to orgasm, her body so toned so hot, I bet she was a squirter too!They were both such amazing lovers, it was like watching a live porn show!I could see that they were in view of the fully opened balcony window, with the curtains drawn right back...They just didn't seem to care!I just couldn't move, I was utterly transfixed, standing there and getting turned on by what Emma and Jamie.