The subtle rhythmic motion of her hands beneath the thin sheet, her flushed face pressed tightly into her pillow to muffle the sounds of her pleasure....Fay always lay still, pretending to be asleep as her friend gasped and wriggled, feeling jealous of her friend’s evident enjoyment. Her emotions a strange mixture of arousal and frustration as she listened to her friend’s breathing becoming more and more laboured, the soft, yearning sighs becoming hot, feverish sobs as her friend stroked herself. His bowels were boiling. He hadn’t felt that bad since the time in high school when he had polished off a bottle of vodka one night. He had never been able to stand the taste of vodka since then. He hoped the same would not be true for beer from now on.He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. At the least, small kids and grandmothers would be frightened of him – maybe. He took a little water from the tap and rinsed out his mouth trying to get rid of the horrible. I mounted my second PEEPER in the bathroom that I shared with Tiff. I hooked the video out from the monitor into a video recorder. I wanted to be able to play the highlights later on.The next morning I got up early and turned on my noise generator. My clock radio sounded like someone was frying bacon and popping corn on the air. My Mark III PEEPER sounded perfect. I went into the bathroom and turned on the second Mark III. It also sounded excellent. I sang along with the popular tunes as I. I understand they have all kinds of rooms there and you can go from room to room watching people have sex. I don’t want to see anyone getting whipped, but it might be a bit of fun to watch people fuck, Anna.” I thought about it. I knew he kind of liked to look. We had a few porn sites we liked to visit together. “What kind of people go there?” “All kinds. I thought we’d go have dinner and then we could go to this place and check it out. Bruce said they have food and alcohol and we can have.