This had the obvious effect of harming our relationship so that Linda became less obliging to my sexual needs, which in turn led to more insecurity, a...d so the vicious circle continued.After a couple of years of marriage we seldom had sex, I got off by voyeuring her whenever I could, which was often as I was still obsessed by her, and she was ridiculously naive. Whenever I wanted to satisfy my lust by watching her naked, I just left the blinds of our bedroom slightly open and watched her bath. She was still hiding her face when the engine turned off. Wyatt said nothing before stepping out of the car. She followed, still attempting to will herself anonymous. Cerie was so absorbed in hiding she bumped into Wyatt's back. The young man pulled his camera from his bag."Here?" she hissed.They were standing in a narrow alley. Only three buildings down were a small well-lit market and a fairly busy liquor store. The mouth of the alley was directly exposed to the street. Occasionally a car. ‘Is it in?’ he asked. ‘Yes, she said with a small cry. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘Now take a rubber band and tie three other markers together. Then start fucking yourself with them.’ Completely humiliated, she did as he asked. ‘Suzanne, I want you to start giving my play-by-play on what you are doing. Use the dirtiest words you know. As you do this, you will find yourself getting more and more excited,’ Tom said. ‘But don’t cum until I tell you. Begin now.’ Words that she would never admit she knew. I did so and she exited the car.She pulled a set of keys out of her bag an unlocked the back door. We entered to the stock room. Basically, just boxes everywhere. “Wait here,” she ordered and went out into the main shop area. I did what I was told and stood there waiting. Naked. I wanted to touch my pussy again, but I didn’t. I was in enough trouble already.Looking around, I noticed a clothes rack with various slutty outfits hanging on it. I also noticed among the boxes a bunch of different sex.