A few minutes after my drink was served, a woman about mid-40s was escorted into the dining room. She was seated at a table next to me. After the host...left, I took a chance and said to the woman, “Excuse me, but it appears you are dining alone as am I. Would you care to join me?” She responded with a, “Oh, thank you, but I don’t want to be a bother.” “No bother, or I wouldn’t have asked!” She then said, “Yes, thank you!”I helped her. I especially loved the thighhigh boots. A few times I saw her look and the bulgein my pants, as I was in a constant state of arousal,and smiled. About a month went by without either of us talkingabout it although I began fantasizing more of her inthe shoes and boots. Then, my parents had to leavetown to visit my brother at college and since I asstill in school, my neighbor agreed to look after me. I took the bus home from school and arrived before herkids as they went to a private school and. In the beginning I felt my corporate uniform had removed my individuality, little did I know that the building would finish the job. The building was open plan, cheerily lit, and personally decorated within sharp limits. I knew all too well that home was but a long train trip away, but this failed to excite me, unlike the people who worked alongside me. My childless wife would be waiting, with warm greetings and calm accommodation of my consistently flat mood. She loved me, she truly did, but I. I happily paid the highest price, and told them, "Don't hold back with these ladies, they are out for a good time!" As I hung up, I realized, I have to see this. But that would be tough. Obviously I could not be down there while it happened. I checked all around the basement for possible hiding spots. But nothing seemed like it would work. Then I had the idea to hide some cameras so I could not only see it that day, but have a recording for future jerk sessions. Over the next 2 weeks, I hid.