At first, she tried plugging the holes with bar soap, but she'd see the plugs being pushed out by straws from a broom almost as fast as she could plug...them. She fought a losing battle, and now, due to persistent effort, they were seeing her naked every time she took a shower, seeing everything. It was all so degrading and frustrating for a modest woman whose only vice was that she occasionally had to masturbate in the shower to get by.Martha got used to showering in front of her sons who spied. Then one day during her massage session, the servant boy blurted to her that the watchman also wanted to have fun with her. She got taken aback and became nervous. She asked the boy “where is the Watchman?” He pointed to the slightly open bedroom window where the 62 year old Watchman stood holding his rock hard uncut 8” cock in his hands peeped into the scene with pre-cum drooling out of his thick shaft.She quickly jumped up from the bed and tried to cover herself. The watchman quickly ran away. "I'm going to cum," she would moan. But each time I would tell her that she wasn't allowed. Multiple times.When she started begging me to let her cum, I asked her what I get in return."What do you want?" she said."Obedience," I replied."You can use me tonight, just please let me cum." Ok."I listened to her climax, trying not to make too much sound, whispering expletives and how much she wanted me to fuck her."Get down here. The session is about to start," I told her.She met me in the session. " Emily cried as she felt me open her up. I pumped in and out of her furiously, I wasn't being nice anymore. I knew by now that she liked a hard fucking, so I was giving her just that. I rode her like a bucking bronco and she moaned and groaned and cried her pleasure loudly. I pounded into the woman like I was trying to punch a hole in her and she took everything I gave her and wanted more. Emily had several years of fucking to make up for - not just the two years since their divorce, but the.