” Voice: “Please don’t do that.” She was hurried, anxious eve. Voice: “Only I can see you, I would like you let me watch.” Me: “Only ...ou? How?” Voice: “The mirror glass is polarized, I have a filter.” Me: “You want to watch me?” Voice: “And talk to you. Would you like to know what I am doing now?” Me: “Sure” Voice: “Put me on speaker, you can close the computer, you won’t be needing it tonight.” I complied and turned to face the window. Somewhere in the city there was a woman watching. Candy said spaghetti was his favorite. So without even asking Candy Mitch drove to his place. Mitch started getting everything out that he needed, pans, utensils, food. Candy asked if there was anything he could do to help. Mitch wanted to tell him to just stand there and look sexy. But instead, he told Candy he could chop up the lettuce and shred the carrots for the salad if he wanted. Candy he could do that.Candy was in the middle of chopping up the lettuce when Mitch asked him if he would. He bent his knees and started giving it to me, I could hear him panting and wheezing as he fucked me. I felt so full, my hole stretched tight and painfully by his thick cock. His balls slapped against me as he fucked me, bent over the toilet. He reached round and roughly groped me, my cock growing hard in his hand. His breathing shortened and I knew he was going to cum soon. It felt like my hole was on fire but I felt so dirty and horny being fucked by this old man, his hand over my mouth and. She was naked now as she placed the last veil of her modesty over a puddle she had noticed on the chair; thus, hiding her rectal cream pie, a reminder of the assault and a symbolic attempt to bury her shame. She remained sideways one arm covering her chest; the other covering her genitals in a last attempt to hide, frozen there at the glorious height of her humiliation. I decided now was not the time to mention the puddle or force her to clean the chair; because this moment was so beautiful;.