My dad put me to work and I got to deliver meals and other stuff to customer rooms. Most of the time people would answer the door in various stages of...dress or undress. I got plenty of boob shots and beaver shots and of course naked men. Most of the naked women I saw were not that hot but still seeing a naked woman was a big deal for me. I was given the job and after about two months I was delivering a meal to a room. An older pretty woman answered the door, she was wearing a t-shirt. There was. This satuday was no exceptionwhile i was in the room i hear a noise coming from the toilet , it was just then that the net work failed and hubby and i were cut offi went slowly out of my room , heather had gone to the toilet , morris followed her , he opened the door her dress was up and he started to feel her , she was protesting but he just carried on the door was open so i could see him, she was saying no and was pushing him away but his hand was on her pussy rubbing it. i said nothing but. At any rate, she locked eyes with me, bowed her head slightly and then asked the young man that she had been slow dancing with to please excuse her. In only seconds she was standing before me, her eyes asking if she could come up onto the stage.A slight bow of my own head was the only answer that she needed and again, in only seconds, she was beside me.“Do you know that your Master can be a real dummy sometimes, Pretty Girl?”“As your slave who loves you with all of her heart and soul, I would. Finally, as it seemed they were both purposefully avoiding bringing up what had happened a few months previous, Don brought up their night together in Chicago. “How did your husband react?” he asked, his eyes uncharacteristically avoiding hers. “I assume you told him about what happened?” Andee wasn’t about to confess to her friend that she didn’t need to tell her husband. The fact that the computer had been on all night allowed him to have a front row seat for the whole encounter. Nor did it.