I was staring at her and she gone into home. I went and masturbated by thinking of her. Every day I used to watch her coming out of her bath room and ...asturbate. One day as there were no one in my house I want to her bath room and peek through key hole and I saw her nude body first time. She was trimming her pussy hairs and started fingering. And to my shock she was uttering my name while fingering. Every night she used to sleep at 9 o clock every night ,as I will sleep at mid night watching. He led me to an area in the back that was segregated from everything else. It was a large stall of my own. In the middle was a custom wooden milking rack. It was padded so I could lay forward on it comfortably and had contours so that my huge tits would hang down on each side for easy access. When I laid down on it my feet still stayed on the ground with my butt in the air, but it supported most of my weight. He gently led me over to it and asked me to try it out. I laid down on it and found it. And He said : All around passagers, faceless, nameless, Mister X, unspeakable news in brief, c***dren of the night (protect them), night a****ls (protect them), discreet avengers, anonymous photographers (yes, you are), burlesque, broken houses, grotesque, clandestine souls, invisible walkers, please come into the Crypt of Anonymity.The UnknowN Artist :Spy the two worldsyou secret pilgrimstwo worlds : truth and beauty are different, don't chooseThe Crypt of Anonymity wants :art vidéo/strange. Until now the only sounds had been those she had made, the relentless drip-drip-drip of the decaying plumbing, and the mysterious and ominous rustling and gnawing sounds in the walls.During the first terrifying night alone in the abandoned building, Judy had cursed the plot that had put her there. The entire project was in sane. Worse, by the time it was over, Judy was certain she herself would be insane.Only the thought of what awaited her if she backed out kept her from leaving the apartment..