”Two hours later, they had finished an excellent meal and killed the second bottle of wine. Their conversation had been enjoyable, and David thought...that the drinks had helped Diane relax and mellow out.“My apartment is just across the street,” he told Diane. “Would you like to go there for another drink and to extend our conversation?”Without giving his invitation the slightest thought, and without considering what might come of being alone with David in his apartment, Diane said, “Oh, that. “You really do smell disgusting Lauren,” he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken green eyes. They no longer held any anger, sadness, longing or desire of any kind. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life a long time ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn’t even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry hole and locked it in place. “You really shouldn’t have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all book of yours,” he. "After Kyla left, I ordered my computer guy to put in pinhole cameras in the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and the rest of the apartment. Kyla accepted the apartment on that Friday. Kyla was moving her stuff in and had everything packed. One of the the rooms was turned into a office, one was a guest room.Kyla went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned to the bathroom camera, and I seen Kyla strip down to her white bra and boyshorts. Her nipples were huge and her ass looked so nice. I clicked. So much for fresh panties. Steven put his manhood back in his jeans and unlocked the door. " Perhaps I'll screw you later." He chuckled. He left me bent over the washer with my shorts down and semen soaked panties.Just then someone,(a "girl" as well) walked in with her laundry. "That was quite a show.... someone got a good fucking." She said cheerfully. I continued shifting my clothes to the dryer, and quietly left. When I got upstairs,I quickly undressed and took a shower, but I had no clean.