Something very familiar leers out at me. I bend down to get a closer look and it's a SHEMALE VIDEO. I start to tremble because I don't want to caught...with it in my hands and have a customer percieve me as gay. I look around to see if there is anyone in sight and NO ONE is in the adult section with me. I see the cover and look for a name, a title, it reads: SULKA'S NIGHTCLUB. I turn the box over and I don't see any kind of action just DRAG QUEEN'S posing with their clothes on. I'm determined. Unbidden, my pussy flooded in response and suddenly I was shedding my robe.My fingers were deep inside my now sopping pussy as the realisation hit home.I was spying on my daughter and her lover and I should have stopped and turned it off, but I couldn’t. My eyes were fixed on the screen as deeply as my fingers were glued to my pussy.My mental turmoil increased as Robyn stood and stepped into a black leather harness.My finger hovered over the off switch as she tightened the straps, a long pink. She was stretched out as tight as it is possible to be stretched and she was still very thirsty, although she had a vague memory of being allowed to sip a few drops of warm water from a dirty chipped mug. After the journey back holding the parasol, she had fainted, not before handing the shade to an attendant who then accompanied the Mistress into the Palace. She also remembered being kicked in the ribs by her hard hearted Mistress before that Great Lady went indoors. Raising her head she. I was questioned by a policeman about what happened. I guess they thought I was the one to hurt her. Like maybe I tried to have sex with her or something. I did get very indignant with the officer, and we had to take it outside. I was ready to deck the son of a bitch asking questions like that. I guess he finally realized that I was not responsible for her condition.Once back inside and calmed down, the doctor came out and explained to me and the officer that Kelly's hymen was closed completely.