.”He interrupts, “ ... Please Jennifer, feel free to call me Jim...”I continue, “Okay Jim, then feel free to call me Jens. Do you have any ide... when we can start rebuilding the cabin?”Jim replies, “Jens is normally a man’s name, but if you’re comfortable with it, then so am I. I will talk to the Colorado Bureau of Investigation and see when they are ready to release the cabin. However you do realize insurance won’t cover the fire.”I want to explode about the two little beotchs who burned down. Since that was a winter time and lights were still on, I covered my head with the blanket and slept. After some time, I felt that somebody was sitting close to my legs. When I removed my blanket, I saw a young lady sitting near my legs and playing with her mobile.The lady of this story is “Mini” (name changed), wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I guess she was around 25 years of age. She was very fair, slim but had healthy curves, black hairs tied with clutter, and a tattoo on her. I didn't realize I was a voyeur. I couldn't quite understand why I was so horny with this taking place. Maybe I should get up and move away to give them privacy?No! I am not doing that. I am sick of being scared of being seen or of others noticing me looking on at them. This is a public place and if they choose to do this then they are asking to be watched. I decided to stay on and I would not look away. I would look at them even if it was obvious.His finger continued with slow, long strokes up. What now? Well, like the old joke says: when the masochist says "hurt me", the true sadist says "no"."Diane." I turned back to the computer. "Get dressed and get in here."While she slipped the nighty over her head, I checked the hardware on the chair. Two dildoes, each two inches around and eight inches long. The big Hitachi vibrator plugged in and visible on the desktop. The dildoes were mounted on pneumatic devices that drove them six inches up and down at random intervals during the.