‘On all fours, darling, like a puppy.’What could I do? I could barely think straight and she held the key to my salvation.The camera flashed and s...e giggled.‘I can see the desperation in your big puppy-like eyes! It makes me wet! If I wasn’t so tender, I’d have you trying to make me come though my hose!’She aimed the camera again, it flashed and Alice then turned to find something in her large handbag.‘Here you are, darling.’I stared at the pink dildo she had casually dropped on the floor in. There were stories of snogs and shags and passes that went well and those that didn’t. Both women had confessions and it was only fair that I matched them. I had never claimed that I lived like a monk.Our industry involves frequent travel and is often high pressured. The opportunity to stray presented itself on a regular basis. Nights in hotels after successful conferences or sometimes following long consolation sessions in a strange city. The chances of ending up in bed with somebody new were. Since I use the Stairmaster alot, my legs are shapely and muscular. And when my eyes moved up mylegs and settled their gaze on the garter belt, I loved what I saw-apretty embroidered garter belt framing a mound of jet-black pubic hair.No cock, it looked like a woman's vulva. I loved it!Then I stretched out on the couch to watch the video. But before I did,I moved the full- length mirror from the bedroom into the den, so Icould see myself, lounging in garter, stockings and bra, lips red like. Checking around I saw CCTV cameras situated on all the approaches to the front and rear. A drug dealer like Hodge would need plenty of security, external and internal, plus steel backed doors, multi lever locks, and all the other kit designed to keep uninvited guests out. There was no chance of me being able to break into his house, which meant I would need to keep some sort of survelliance on Hodge to determine the best time and place to attack him.Over the next three weeks I spent three hours.