She turned around to show me her beautiful ass and begun to slip down her boy shorts oh so slowly. She dropped her now bare ass towards my cock and s...arted to rub her ass against it.At this point I was really starting to lose it, if I thought my dick was wet from precum before there was now a visible pool forming on my head. She turned around and lowered her face towards my cock and gripped the base of it with her hand. Holding all the blood in my pulsing cock made it ultra sensitive as she. Claudette suggested we lay in bed and talk about my activities while shewas away. But first she asked me to do something. "Wendy, would youplease help me with my douche? It will help you learn another womanlyritual."I, of course, could not refuse Claudette anything. Claudette got thematerials ready and moved to the bidet. She straddled the bidet andmotioned me to introduce her douche into her. I squatted in front of herand took the douche bottle from Claudette and inserted the slanteddispensing. I kissed her neck. I opened her shirt toreveal her lace bra.I was so hard. So ready for this, for her. Then... Okay, Tom, stop..that's enough.. stop.. I've got enough.I was confused. Got enough what? She went over to a shelf in the librarywhere we had been playing and revealed the hidden camera.Turning on the televison she was able to show me the tape of us rollingaround on the floor. She had gotten a good shot of my face before pullingme to the floor.I asked her what this was about. She. By this stage, alarm bells were ringing in the back of my mind and it wasn't because of the wine. However, something more potent, more powerful was drowning them out. I sipped my wine, ignored the tintinnabulation, and relaxed just a little bit more.That night, after Sarah had removed my makeup and helped me out of my finery, we made love. It was urgent, it was sweet, it was compelling. Maybe I was trying to prove to her that I was still a man. We were joined at the hip and as I felt her body.