Prior to this she had only been in a bar once...and did not drink at all. But this night would be different. As she tells the story, it all began with...her first Cosmopolitan, then a second and a third. Soon she was "tipsy." An hour or so later several young male accountants showed up at the bar and bought drinks for the ladies. She found herself standing at the bar with one of the young men and introduced herself. By this time she was way past tipsy. She excused herself to go to the restroom. As I walked out of the room I remembered my device sat there on the shelf and that it was functioning. My devious, voyeuristic mind started to formulate a cunning plan. Grabbing my tablet I announced I was going upstairs to read my book and that they could have the privacy of the room to themselves. Soon I was laying down on the marital bed and with shaking hands; synchronised the two devices and started to watch as they swam into view with a clarity that only a horny voyeur could. He put it away in a bag and I looked at him he wasn’t a bad looking bloke for his age. “Well I’ll be off then” he said, I said “You don’t have to go yet do you” and he looked at me quizzically.Moving forward I put my hand on the inside of his thigh and said “I thought we could have a little fun first”, he just looked at me as my hand slowly inched up his thigh. As I closed in on his lap he put his head back and closed his eyes. My hand reached the top of his thigh and flicked over his crotch, I. 'Naww, she didn't really want to... 'Shoving her self-denials aside, Leigh's eye roamed back to her Mr. Banning. He looked rather cool, calm and collected considering the circumstances. Leigh emptied her wineglass and made an innocuous reply to Michael, then glanced back at "him."Just then "he" surprised her, for Leigh had thought Mr. Banning had everything under control, now she noticed his right hand. Its fingers tightly clutched the tall shot glass of tequila sitting before him. He was.