Besides which she looked amazing in her short skirt and even though she was 43 at the time she had an amazing figure; size 8, about 5'2", short blonde...hair and tiny tits - perfect!Needless to say, we screwed that night - 3 times but just 'normal' sex. I was quite happy at that, thinking it wouldn't lead on but then as I was dressing she slipped me a door key. Puzzled I asked what that was for, she replied "So you can let yourself in and come watch me fuck men!" At first I thought she was joking. He wordlessly handed her the phone and ran to the extension in the kitchen. "What in the fuck does she want?" Rich wondered as he picked up the phone to listen in. They needed to get to work and didn't have time for this. It might be 10 on Friday night over in Korea, but it was time to go to work here in Florida on Friday morning. Joung Ah was talking to her sister in Korean in case her husband, Rich, was doing exactly what he was doing and listening in. What she didn't know was that he had. Video came up on the screen, three cameras, but no sound. In a corner window she could see her face. In the camera, she looked calm, blank, resigned maybe. She was made up for a photo shoot, but in fact it looked like her face was not going to be what was on display.The two other cameras showed the studio loft. It was simply furnished, wood floors mostly, twenty-foot ceiling, large photos on the walls. Half of it was taken up by a screened-off woodshop. In the foreground she could see the. Stan, afraid he might be losing his opportunity, lit another marijuana cigarette quickly with his free hand, while the other hand still worked slowly but surely in the defenseless girl's vagina, and stuck the "joint" between the lips of her trembling mouth, and he ordered her to suck in the smoke deeply. Like an automaton, Jennifer let the sweet acrid smoke curl in her lungs, and like it was a panacea, it filtered out all the horror she felt, replacing it with a kind of delightful.