He stood in the darkness between the walls and watched... and waited.It was a little after one am when she came in. She was young and dressed in a par...y skirt and blouse. She wasn’t drunk, but it was obvious she was close to the legal limit as she stood at the sink and splashed cold liquid onto her face. Then she stood and sent a text from her phone.She spoke aloud as she typed with her thumbs, “Am at rest stop on interstate. Drank too much. Very sleepy. Going to sleep in car for while before. He regarded her with a raised eyebrow. “You are here for my pleasure, isn't that right?” Callie nodded. “That's right, you are. Come over here and suck my cock, toy.” Callie swallowed hard. Ben had been right, this was very different than the Skype sessions they'd had. Everything seemed magnified: her arousal at the dehumanizing names he called her, the gruffness with which he gave her her orders. But what really turned her into a shameless slut who was ready to beg to be used were the physical. He tried one last ditch attempt for privacy. ‘Are you sure Mrs Hounslow? What I have to say about your husband will not be complimentary. It’s of a most personal and, um, intimate nature?’ Helen was not to be swayed. ‘Come in Mr Petersen. Like I said, whatever you have to tell me about George, you can say in front of Susan. I doubt either of us will be shocked by what you’re clearly dying to tell us about. Anyway, who are you to George’? She demanded as Kristoff shrugged and walked past the. Of course I had no idea how must longer the video was going to last. I was so embarrassed by the way I was acting on the video. As I began to touch myself I discovered I was soaked, my pussy was so wet. When my fingers just barley brushes my clit it shot lightning bolts thru my whole body. I could not believe my body was so turned on. The shock must have shown, because Tom started to laugh at me. My fingers took on a life of there own, dancing over my clit. I was so fucking hot. I wanted to be.