After a few minutes, he returned with some boxes of clothes. He reached in and pulled out a pink blouse. "Try that one on." "Okay... Can I have some p...ivacy?" "No. Sorry, this stuffs been flagged to go back so I can't let it out of my sight." He gave me a wink. I turned around to take off my shirt, noticing that the mirror still allowed him to see my front. It was so kinky that I was getting turned on. I took off the shirt I was wearing and put on the blouse, revealing my purple bra holding in. ’ There was a look of surprise on Frances’ face. ‘Not quite in Kathy’s class, but each time I look at your work I am really impressed.’ ‘Do you really mean that. You are not just saying that because of who my husband is?’ There was an almost pleading look on Frances’ face. ‘I’ve never met your husband. But when it comes to talking about art I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if he was Bill Gates or cleaned toilets for a living.’ ‘I can tell you I would give a rat’s ass if myhusband was a toilet. Why are you beating yourself up about it when you know you won’t be able to resist doing it again? The back of my mind, the bit that normally harbours concern, smirked from lascivious depths: I hold a naughty and dirty secret about myself and you don't know what it is.We exchanged many texts during the week, hers at times were sexually very graphic. I sensed her frustration in others as some of my responding texts exposed I had concerns and insecurities to deal with.Later in the week, Jennifer. She copped an eyeful and unlike all the other 'caughts' just stood there.I was just a few feet away from her, erection in hand, some milf porn playing on the tablet and she made no effort to leave. For a moment I was about to appologise, and then I thought "hang on she's s come into the bathroom when she knew I was in here"So I carried on and turned to face her full on. Now she made no effort to move, just stood there and watched as I tugged on my cock.This was sexy as fuck and I went even.