It was now 1.30 pm, her train home wasn't until 6 pm, she was about to spend at least four hours enjoying the company of this tall, bald, attractive s...xy man. She was intrigued as to how the rest of the day was going to materialise. They stayed in the lounge for the next hour, but as it became busier and noisier, Max asked Paris if she would like to continue their conversation in his room. She nodded in agreement and followed Max as he led the way.As soon as she stepped in the door, she spotted. My hand was sweaty, Gina didn't seem to mind. I walked her back to her house. It didn't take long for Carrie to notice Gina and I together. She left me a note in my locker. Carrie wanted to know how serious it was. I honestly didn't know and replied saying 'not sure'. Carrie was not satisfied by my response. She called me over to her house on Sunday afternoon. Her family was gone. Carrie took me into her basement bedroom and had me strip....she remainded fully clothed. She sat on the edge of. Reading the wallets contents, she continued “I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming women using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few weeks ago and I’ve been watching the comings and goings of this bathroom ever since. You are the only one who has come before the camera is installed and after the you have been camera the camera is gone. Now that I’ve caught you I’m going to make you pay for spying on me you sick pig.”Sara could only moan loudly through her. I’m just the contractor.”“It’s got to be the NSA.”“I wouldn’t speculate about that if I were you. I don’t know the customer, and I’d rather not know the customer, if you get my drift.”“Right. It’s got to be the NSA.”One of the men muttered, “I thought they were forced to stop the civilian surveillance program.”Peter ignored the man in a very obvious manner. Heads nodded. Mystery solved.“I’ll be gone for the next three weeks. You have a contact email address. Shoot me an email and I’ll call you.