I didn’t say anything.-Say something, she said.-Because of him, you’re avoiding sex with me?-Yes. He’s a much better lover than you.-Go to him, ... got in the car and drove long into the night. She was sleeping on the couch when I came back in the morning.-Are you okay? I was worried about you.-Is a Bull care too? Cold shower I need now. I called the boss and told him I was sick and I’ll come to work tomorrow. When I sucked down smelled coffee.-Why aren’t you with him?-I worry about you.-I’ll be. We started chatting casually.As we talked more and more we exchanged some photos and we all liked what we saw.They were married for few years and were in their mid 30's. One time they asked me about my username (Voyeur), If im really into that or just a random username. In reality im huge voyeur so I just explained how much it turns me on. So they suggested if I'm interested to go to their place and watch them have sex in front of me and to play with myself. I got hard instantly only by. Though I had enough money to live comfortably for several years, the authorities found discreet ways to let me know I should find "productive" work. I did not know whether they suspected me of spying, or of prostitution. Although I was guilty of neither, being deported would be annoying. I most definitely did not want to go back to Crete. The excavations had been stopped by the war, as they had been across Greece and the rest of the world. Travel was difficult, and paranoia was rampant, even in. Fucking for a living. And a living that had been a dank hole in the ground, in a Kingdom where her very blindness was as good as a death sentence. Whose situation was worse? Sharon who'd had at least some good times in the smoky night-clubs and damp car parks of home? And even had the best fucks of her life not so many days ago? Or Sweetness who'd known nothing but misery and despair ever since her sightless emergence into the world? Strangely, contemplating Sweetness' dire straits made her own.