In truth, it was a fairly ordinary bedroom, nothing flamboyant, with a double divan and a large, chrome clothes rail on castors displaying the uniform... of her trade as well as some of her everyday clothes. The remainder of her clothes I guessed were contained within a built-in wardrobe which stood next to the chimney breast still displaying the original Victorian fireplace from the time the house was built. Dried flowers contained within the fireplace and a dodgy coat of black gloss paint, a. I got into action technologically – meaning I had to secretly and efficiently. I searched internet, I consulted IT hardware people and got secret cameras (pen sized) setup at strategic locations in the house. Since streaming media could be risky and costly, I had to be contended with recordings only. So one Sunday I told Raj I have an invitation to friend’s place on lunch. So he will need to be home as we can’t leave Pooja alone at home. Raj was hesitant initially but later agreed responsibly.. "To tell him they've decided to send him to Siberia," said Sally, shrieked with laughter and darted into her office closing the door behind her. It opened two seconds later and two bright, laughing eyes peered through the crack. Nick growled. There was a further peal of laughter and the door slammed shut. Meg watched the pantomime with a broad almost maternal smile."He wants to visit us," went on Nick to Meg."Wow! That is an honour," she exclaimed. "That's the first time in my fifteen years. For a second his soft member rests on my face, touching my nose, my lips. I feel like I could be overwhelmed and not be able to accomplish what I set out to do, but then the training kicks in. The marathon of sissy training videos, mostly PolishMistress’ work that I have been oogling and jerking to this past week, it all comes to me as I bury my face onto his crotch , inhale deeply and nestle with my first cock ever. After a few seconds of face hugging his cock I can feel it stiffening and.