And he was looking at me. I kept my backturned ’cos it’s easier to stare with your mouth open whenyou’re spying on someone in a mirror.He came o...er to my ground floor window and stoodwith his legs apart, grounding himself. Lifting the ladderaside he leant it out of the way against the wall. I staredmesmerized at the strength in his forearms and the waycarrying all that weight made his chest expand. Slowly hetucked the cloth in his belt, pulling his jeans down acouple of inches. I now had a. “Nnnoooooo… Don’t stop damnit!” She shouted. A mistake.“That’s quite a tone you’re using bitch.” I flicked a finger at her engorged clit. She gasped. I flicked again, and growled, “Who am I Bitch!?” “Master!” Flick. “Whose master!?” “Mine!?” Flick “Mine what!?” “You’re my Master!” “Good girl.” I reached over, and gave her isolated nipples a surprise tweak. “Oh god,” she gasped. Her breathing was ragged, meaning she was really really close to point two. I retreated, and left her to calm down for. Older one ,maybe 15 , spots me coming out the back door , I sit down ,can of beer in hand . Younger sister has her back to me , older one doesn’t tell her about me , she is hoping for a show to tell her mates at school tomorrow. I put my ipad on the table next to me , my webcam sex site is on ,a girl I follow has just come on ,dressed in short skirt white tee shirt . She gets an instant big tip , shirt straight off , I stand remove my top to, more money for her, lifts up her skirt to show a. “I'm so looking forward to seeing myself,” she said, reaching for the wand she'd tucked between herself and the side of the armchair. “Don't expect this to take long.” At this her husband just smiled. “Are you that hot for this?” he asked. “Hotter than you'd ever believe,” she smiled, trying hard not to give another wink to the figure her husband could not see, but who was staring hard at her through the window. “Then we're rolling,” her husband said. Sat in front of his computer, the man.