And I heard noises coming through the door. The door was locked, but no doubt the noises came from a rigorous fucking session. I couldn’t go in, but...I knew another way around. All the conference rooms in the firm are connected by video conferences, and the camera in any room can be activated remotely from another.I stepped into the conference room next door, connected to the camera next door. When the image showed up on the big screen, my cock went instantly hard.Swati was bending her body over. The day had begun as do most of the days on any trip we take; I had sucked both C.K. and Ted's early morning wood until they had shot their first load of the day. After a leisurely breakfast it was out fishing for our lunch. It took a few hours to catch enough for a decent meal so it was near lunch time by the time they were cleaned, a fire built, and the fish fried. They were delicious with just a little salt and pepper, and devoured with fresh berries and a few apples from a tree about a half. As I was doing this she was moaning – Aah Daddy, I am sorry, Don’t be so harsh, Ummmm I am sorry daddy, mala maaf kara(please forgive me).It was turning me on and I increased my pace of rubbing and squeezing. Her panty was dripping wet by now. I stopped the boob squeezing and got back. I placed my palm on her panty and started rubbing it, I rub it a bit and slapped right on the panty. It made thap thap sound as my palm hit her drenched wet panty. I slapped it a couple of more times, she was. She slid across the seat feeling her bare bottom touching the cushion as she moved.Holding her hand, he led her into the parking lot and beside a large pick-up truck.“What’s this?” she asked, staring at the truck.“I call it BFT,” he said as he opened the passenger-side door for her.“BFT?” she asked.“Yeah,” he said as he held the door. “Big Fucking Truck.” He took her hand to help her up into the cab, watching carefully as her skirt rode up her legs, exposing what he remembered as the creamiest.