We grabbed our normal table and Christine took our order like usual. A coffee and ham sandwich for me, water and a grilled chicken sandwich for Jess. ...he drinks arrived, quickly followed by the food. We ate in a companionable silence, the kind that you only get between people extremely comfortable with each other. No need to get a thought out immediately, let it bubble and mature. It’ll wait a few more minutes. Thunder rumbled overhead as the sky grew darker. ‘Glad it rained,’ I said, taking a. How will I react and should I let them go at it and bust them? What if they spot the camera I left in the book case? It has about 6 plus hours left before it stops but I'm still feeling paranoid.I decide to wait and listen intently to what is going on. I have to again breath slow and calm to get my heart rate and breathing down to a normal level . I am over stimulated at this point. I hear some talk going on and I left the bedroom door 1/2 open so I could easily slip around without chancing a. I still didn't know at this stage if it was still a fantasy of his or her been reality but what he did tell me shocked me greatly. My Gran who I loved dearly was married to a Vicar who had a massive cock, so Dad told me. Dad said that when he was a teenager he would sometimes spy on his Mum and Dad (Gran and Grandad) when they had sex if they had left their bedroom door open which happened usually when they had too much to drink. They had a very hot sex life, unbecoming of a Vicar, and Grandad. Perhaps it was because they were so much more naive than European women and always seemed to have such an untouched clean appearance. This gave them something to soil and humiliate. They all seemed to enjoy this and gave them something upon which to unleash the full vent of their natural base nature. Monique was only too familiar with the degradations they would force upon their own women much less a poor foreigner that was completely defenseless. She had seen some of the poor wretched girls.