It was a few miles away but I wanted to keep an eye on things and I figured I had two choices in making it happen. I could either ask Hope to teleport...in a wide-screen television with everything I needed to use it so I could watch the Ali the Bad Guy Show or I could post an observer and ask Hope to teleport that person back and forth when it was time for a shift change, or if the person got into any trouble. I chose the latter. It turned out to be a good idea.The observer reported the next. She must have climbed into bed whilst I was asleep.She was snuggled up next to me and I could smell the warm sweet scent of her hair. I lay there motionless, pretending to sleep, and savouring the feel of her young body pressed against mine, her leg resting on my thigh, and the heat emanating from her silken bush.She had her hand resting on my belly, and was moving it ever so slowly, carefully down towards my crotch, pausing now and then as if not to wake me....My cock had already made up it's. I didn't tell the girls that though, because I enjoyed ogling their attention-seeking method. I was having a great time, as were the other ten voyeurs: my eight male guests and our two guards. My largest concern was in warning the Norris girls not to let their breasts get too suntanned in case their mother got suspicious. Obviously I told them to prevent this by using lots of strong sunblock on the important areas, which I volunteered to apply for them because that's the sort of guy that I. I noticed her from across the room when I first walked in. She looked to be about the same age as me, a few inches shorter than me, and with a with a seductive body. Definitely the drop dead gorgeous type. The type I was usually jealous of or intimated by.Dressed in a low-cut tight dress and a pair of high heeled shoes, she looked ® like a model; not someone I would have expected to find in a gay bar. As I was facing the bar, looking at her in the mirror, she approached me, and openly studied.