She thought about this a moment then asked, "So you need to masturbate?" "Yeah, pretty much." Her next question floored me, "Can I watch?" Without thi...king I countered with, "Only if I can watch you after." "Fair is fair." I wrapped my hand around my raging cock and slowly started to pump it. I knew that I wasn't going to last too long with as worked up as I was and having the object of months worth of fantasies standing there naked inches away. After a few strokes I decided to go for broke,. Surely their eyes caught the way the rings that pierced the sensitive flesh between my legs glistened in the light. Perhaps they could even see the moisture of my little pink slit leaking out; an obvious sign of my arousal. Part of me felt humiliated and ashamed to be viewed like this. To have not only my bare form but my sexuality on display for the room, yet another part of me reveled in it. The more I was viewed, the more aroused I became. My body had already figured out what my brain was. Thomas called me back twenty minutes later and told me that he had not seen Zoe that afternoon and that if she'd had an appointment it hadn't been with him. I made up my mind that if I didn't hear from Zoe by ten I was going to call the cops.At nine forty-five the phone rang and I grabbed it. "Zoe?" Is this Mr. Thomas Martin?" Yes." Mr. Martin, do you have a wife named Zoe Evangaline?" Yes. Who is this?" Mr. Martin, your wife apparently had a fainting spell. We found her unconscious in the. As I walked back around her to the side I looked at her profile. Her forehead, nose, and chin had a soft feminine look to it, her breasts stuck out just about as far as her belly did, and her pussy mound had a nice bulge to it.I made another trip around her with my camera and recorded everything that I had noticed the first time around plus a few more items. For example her hard nipples were mushroom-shaped. They had a smaller diameter where they connected to her breast and they were flat on.