The bus to Tommy's took quite a while, I was sleepy after my warm shower and wank but was looking forward to spending some time with him just chilling...out. I had decided that I was going to tell him about the videos, after the recent exposure I had little choice. He had a right to know about them if we were going to be seeing more of each other. I arrived, bottle of wine in hand. He greeted me at the door. He was wearing a jean shirt and brown corduroy pants. It complemented his tall frame. I. ' he said a worriedlook on his face.'No, I must go back but now you can see why I need you to get theinformation on Maggie, I can never be free until I have beaten them.'He looked worried and then said, 'I will always be waiting for youMistress, I am now your slave.'I looked at him and smiled and then restated the need for him to getthe information. He nodded and swore that he would get the necessaryevidence that I needed. He said that he would market the pictures andwas sure that they would. I don't mind the jokes because I don't think of myself as a fag – for me fags are limp-wristed female impersonator type guys. I did have a problem though. Charlie is Black and hung like a horse and is uncircumcised with a huge loose foreskin. When we shower he skins it back and washes the head of his black dick. I found the sight irresistible and sometimes tried to sneak a secret look as he washed it. He caught me doing it a couple of times, but never said anything. Then later on he started. The cameras probably had wiring running inside the raised wall panels, all going to a wireless transmitter somewhere in my room. I guessed behind a panel inside my suite’s front door. I told my lovelies to keep celebrating and took off my shirt throwing it carelessly so it landed blocking the camera that viewed the door. Gina and Yoni kept glancing at me as I carefully pulled the wainscot panel from behind the door. Sure enough there was the transmitter. I could de-tune it tonight and reset it.