"Katherine chuckles and continues to massage her hip. After another minute or two, she looks back to Hannah. "How is it now?"Hannah nods her head. "Mu...h better now. Thank you, Mistress."Katherine stands up and moves between Hannah's legs, grabbing the vibrator. Katherine starts rubbing circles on Hannah's clit and turns the vibrations on high. Hannah gasps softly before moaning and arching her back. "Oh, fuck."Katherine smirks at Hannah's dirty mouth and straddles Hannah's right leg. She leans. All the cameras had been upgraded to hi-def with night vision and larger servers dedicated to the camera systems with backup. We could get TV quality day or night. The only problem was that viewing and reviewing the film was a huge time consumer. When you walked in the security office you walked to a counter. If you were sitting at the counter, looking upward over the entrance door, there were now 24 individual monitors. A simple touch at the control console would bring the audio from that. Then he reverently put them to his face. Tears came to his eyes. He wanted her so badly. He put the crotch to his nose. God, what a heavenly scent; they were so musky. As if she had read his mind and determined his most base perversion, she obviously hadn't wiped after peeing as he'd fantasized. Her minutes-old-urine commingled with the morning's flow of juices, which showed as a white streak against the black color. He put the crotch in his mouth and sucked. He had to have more of where that. There were just the three of us at home, Mother, sister and I, father had long disappeared. Mother worked in the fashion industry so back in the 1950s/60s/70s when there were still the classical fashions being worn daily, she was always immaculate.As I got older, I started to wear her clothes and then one day, my sister, who was supposed to be out, walked in and caught me dressed in a lovely tight skirt of mothers, tan stockings and black t-bar heels, laid back, wanking myself. I had somehow.