And I stood there and masturbated, looking at her, until I spurted right on the wall.I got so weak I had to put my left hand on the wall and lean ther.... And I felt awful. I was looking right at her! Peeking ... sort of! I felt like I was a pervert.And that's why I sat down at my laptop and decided to go check out a list of tumblr sites I had made that I hoped would have the kind of pictures I liked.It wasn't that I just wanted to see a bunch of naked women. I mean I did, of course. I was. I made a concerted effort to move. Not much happened. I was still veryweak and making any effort seemed impossible. I realised at last that Iwas restrained in some way."She's awake, Mother."I heard this young female voice clearly, although I couldn't see anyone.Whoever it was seemed to be behind me somewhere.Who was awake? Was there someone else in a similar situation to my own? Awoman or girl, I thought, giving careful consideration to what had beensaid."At last!"I knew this voice, didn't I?. Then after some days went on I was looking at her cleavage more and more….And she caught me many times looking at her boobs…. Then after wards she started to show more and more of her body to me by bending…. Her boobs were to be seen clearly and also her tight bra…. Was going mad day by day looking at her… It was pure lust for both of us…. So one day when no one was at home as all of the workers went home early she was still waiting for her brother to come and pick her up….. But he was gonna. By the next Monday, now just four days away, I'd have to get myself back into the office, which would expose me.Susan and I were discussing this problem in the early evening of the second day with the same futility that our previous talks had produced when all hell suddenly broke loose. Well, not quite, but close enough. It came in the form of the local TV news, which I'd had on in the background. I hadn't been paying it much attention, but I jerked my head quickly around as soon as the name.