She looked a bit dusky just like an authentic Mallu chick. I soon clicked her profile and paid for the private session with her. She wore a jeans pant... and a bra. She did not wear any slippers or shoe. I love to watch girls with bare feet since they would look a bit hot with the clean foot. Soon, I started to chat with her. She looked very sweet and hot at the same time. I talked to her in our native language Malayalam but for the sake of all the readers, let me narrate in English. Me: Hello,. After nearly 20 minutes she walked out of the bathroom. She had taken a quick shower and had dressed up fully and looked like nothing had happened. As she walked I realized the she was only wearing the sari and was fully nude. I could see the huge tits dangling and her pussy hair. As she approached me I grabbed her slender waist and soon our lips meet. We chewed each other lips and tongues. Her soft breasts and erect nipples were feeling nice against my bare chest. I slowly removed her sari and. I felt I was intruding ontheir private moment together, but simply couldn?t resist.I again looked to see that the short girl was now sitting on thecounter, skirt hiked around her middle, her legs wrapped around thewaist of the other. I watched as Julie?s left hand caressed the shortgirl?s breasts through her tight white sweater.My hands were on my own breasts, gently rubbing, exploring the new bra,its textures, the rigid lace, the sweet little bow between the cups thepanties of the seated girl. The folder opened to reveal four files. Videos. Each taken on a different day by a camera hidden in Phillip’s study. It was a violation of their privacy agreement, but Elizabeth felt justified in doing it after the fact. The first three videos were nothing of importance. The camera was triggered by motion, each time Phillip went into his office. The feed was broadcast wirelessly to Elizabeth’s computer which duly recorded everything. The fourth video, that was the damning one. The first time.