I began to focus on the window of a very sexy blonde who lived in an apartment across the street. She drove me crazy parading through her space dresse... in the skimpiest of thongs and often with no bra. More and more, she became the focus of my erotic fantasies.The day came when I was lying on my bed, pleasuring myself when I noticed a reflection coming from her apartment. Looking more closely, I saw her looking in my direction through what seemed to be a camera with a telephoto lens. The. "Was Claudia's description accurate?" Rachael asked softly.He thought back and looked at his glass. "When I get over stressed, I may over indulge in my spirits. I may have done or said things I might not have ordinarily. The last five years of our marriage were," he paused, remembering some of those days, "stressful." He finished the drink and took Rachael's hand."Come on." He led her into the deepening nightfall to the family's dock. He pointed off into the distance, "Look off ova thar. See. Finally, I want a vehicle that I can use to transport my paddleboard. I have only been able to use it twice since I got it because Brad refused to transport it for me with his truck unless we got back together.”“That is your paddleboard in your garage?” he asked. “Does that surprise you?”“Not really,” he said. “I never gave much thought to it other than moving the oar to get your garage door to work. By the way, where is the remote control for your opener? You’ll soon need it again.”“I imagine. .M: Oh really?Then you _have_ followed my directions. You await me, kneeling on the bed, your lovely ass poking up in invitation as your back slopes your head to the pillow. You wear nothing but the softest, silkiest, skimpiest panties you own.You try not to laugh at the sight of me walking into the room wearing nothing but about thirty feet of medical tape wrapped around my torso.I go and sit in a comfortable chair at the foot of the bed, my vision directly between--indeed directed there--by.