"Time to get the camera ready again. I want to feel that tongue on me." After grinding her hips a stroke or two, smearing his skin with her wetness, s...e lifted her leg over him and climbed out of the bed.Jill moved the camera from the foot of the bed to a position on the side, at an angle. He couldn't help but watch her every movement, caught up in the wonder of having a real, live, naked woman in the room with him. Not only that, but one he'd fantasized about and masturbated to for over a year. It was full of teenage girls in school uniform and he felt so embarrassed. Mind you, it was even worse that Emma was going to cane him. They passed each other in the street often enough and he wondered how he would be able to look at her without feeling humiliated each time.Emma issued her instructions. “Go and stand in front of the caning table, Mr Harwood. When there lower your trousers to your ankles and then your underpants. Bend over the table and grab each side. Spread your legs as far. I looked down towards the laptop again.“Who is that?” I asked, as I sat down on the bed.Then he paused the video, and turned the computer away from me.“It's no one,” Travis replied, like he was trying to hide something.“I just thought I recognized someone on there,” I mentioned.He bit his tongue; he knew something that he didn't wanna tell me. That was more than weird. We usually told each other everything. I would have just left it alone, but he really looked guilty.“What is it? You can tell. As I sat with them at a high top table, they introduced themselves and told me they lived about twenty minutes away in the Town n Country area of Tampa. They were married and had k**s older than me. She was 48, and he was 53 at the time. After a few drinks, the couple invited me to come with them to their house. They said they did not want me to drive after having a few drinks and could tell I was feeling the alcohol's effect. The lady had been super flirty, but her husband seemed super cool.