The number of toys had significantly grown over time and now comprised a dildo that could be strapped to her chair so that she could fuck it while wat...hing. Every night, she looked forward to hooking the curtain back and enjoying herself; though it wasn’t every night they performed, but it was at least twice a week.She saw plenty of sex between the couple, there were threesomes, foursomes and on one occasion, while the husband was out, a few cars pulled up outside. Only men got out, and before. He loved looking up girls skirts. He loved watching girls asses in yoga pants. But stare? Never. He was just too fucking shy and unconfident.I was getting, shall we say, excited? Moist-excited. He was not my kind of guy but just the thought that we were in a private place and he could get down and actually stare up between my legs and that he would prob wank off forever thinking about it … even writing this now I’m a wee-bit hot.So I asked, “You wana see my panties?” He looked like he was. For some reason that smile always promised him something sexual, even though he was still waiting. He said, "August I am so in need of you, I can barely stand it. I was hoping that you were going to do it with me tonight." Baby, you know I want to! I'd just made my mind up to fiddle with your thingy tonight, when I got the news. Tell you what, why don't you come up to my room for awhile? I don't think Dad will be home for another hour. We could do a lot in an hour," August smiled knowingly.You. I heard it hit with a loud 'splat' before he said, "When was the last time this place saw a mop and a bucket?"Was he talking to me? Should I reply? Shit, I wasn't sure at all. Meekly I said, "Uh, s'at you, Joe?" Immediately I felt so stupid. Of course it wasn't. How dumb can I get? But the voice came back and said, "Yeah, you waitin' on me, faggot?"I laughed nervously, feeling the uneasiness begin to sober me up, fast. I thought that all I could do at this point, was to play it cool. Hey, maybe.