I tried it out on my normal FM radio and found that it made my clock radio unusable for any length of time.I mounted my second PEEPER in the bathroom ...hat I shared with Tiff. I hooked the video out from the monitor into a video recorder. I wanted to be able to play the highlights later on.The next morning I got up early and turned on my noise generator. My clock radio sounded like someone was frying bacon and popping corn on the air. My Mark III PEEPER sounded perfect. I went into the bathroom. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it all over her sopping cunt. Making Nancy whimper and beg for him to fuck her. "Please Bob, Please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock PLEAAAASE!" "Whatever you want bitch, but I'd like you to beg a bit more." Bob laughingly teased her.Nancy grunted with lust "Go on you fucker, fill my cunt."Please fuck me Bob, fuck my married cunt for all it's worth. Please fuck me; I need your cock in me NOW!"However Bob just laughed before he dropped to his knees buried. She carefully put her now empty glass down and stood up, holding out her hand. Dumbly I took it and got the same delicate hand as before. It wasn’t a limp handshake but firm and assured, but still very soft. Without another word she walked across the lawn and went through the gate, pulling it closed behind her. The latched clicked shut and she was gone, and I was left dazed and confused. What had just happened? Was all that real? What does a ‘disciplinarian’ actually do? I was left with more. "If you're good tonight, I have a present for you later." My cock throbs with anticipation of defining "good". You then lean to me and kiss me hard. Your dick pressing against my stomach. you pull away and tell me that your cock needs to be serviced. I then kiss my way down your neck, past your perfectly hard nipples, across your stomach to your awaiting cock... I've never had a dick before, but instinctively knew I needed to kiss, to lick, to stroke it.Kneeling before you, you wave your rock.