Then, it moved to her standing in front of the Burger King window playing with her pussy, while a group of guys watched from inside. It even showed he... cumming and walking to the car. Then, walking back. Somehow they managed to even get the sounds of her cumming and thanking the boys for allowing her to put on the little show. Then, she saw herself crawling like a dog up the driveway.She cried with shame.Christina: “So, Tracy, you see we not only have the tape of you stealing, but also of you. Your brain felt tired and couldn't make the connections it used to. As you sat at a bar in downtown London, a woman had come up to you. "Good evening sir. Are you mr. Jameson, the famous detective?" That you were. She told you she had multiple clues on your current case and that she would love to share them with you over a whiskey. You were shook by how much she knew about you. From your current case down to your favourite beverage, she had you in a tight spot. You accepted her offer and that. He then turned off the car and started to small talk to her, encouraging her to drink. And drink she did until she was slurring her words and dizzy. He moved over next to her. Without saying a thing he reached over and started groping my wifes firm tit through her shirt. She told me she had no choice but to just sit there and let him. He pulled her shirt up and off and tossed it in the back seat. Next he unhooked her bra, took it off and threw it in the back seat too. Then he nuzzled his face. When she did I wiped a little of the precum in her palm. 'Feel how slick it is?'Eileen nodded.I continued to jack off while my beautiful cousin sat watching and then I felt the end was getting near.'It feels real good,' I said, 'and you watching makes it even hotter. Talk dirty and it’ll hurry things along.''You mean like, jerk your cock, Frankie so I can see it cum. I want to watch the white stuff shoot out. We can watch it shoot together.'That did it. 'Time to head for the sink,' I said. I.