It has a certain ring to it.” She turned her head and again looked sharply at her husband, and I saw his face redden once more. We sat there for abo...t fifteen minutes, Natalie and I talking and having an animated and fun conversation, while Cyril sat there staring at her and not saying a word. She eventually got up and said, “Who’s for dinner?” She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye then deliberately lowered her gaze to my crotch, where my cock was making a pronounced lump in my pants, and. ? "M-Mark... wait a minute!" she finally choked out, tearing her fear-widened eyes from the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swaying down between his strong, hairy thighs to search desperately his angrily twisted face. "I-It's not exactly what it seems!" she attempted, realizing the absurdity in her half-truth. "Please... let me explain... ?" That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole goddamned reel! No, Baby! While. I wasn’t interested in hearing Karl talk to his slut; I’d heard enough of Karl’s talk -- more than enough -- in our marriage. Motion sensors would turn on the camera which would automatically record date and time. I retrieved the tapes. The first few recorded only me and Karl. Since I could reuse those tapes without anyone else seeing them, I lost all modesty about undressing before the hidden camera.Then came a tape recorded in mid afternoon. At first, the screen was blank. I wondered whether. The poor confused girl merely stood there for a long time, staring at the house. Eventually she sat on someone’s low garden wall and still she stared. I was just beginning to think I ought to go out and talk to her when she slowly stood up and, after another long look at the house, terrified me by taking a couple of hesitant steps back in the direction of the station. I was about to rush out and intercept her when she changed her mind and sat on the wall again. Long minutes passed as I watched.