Spying on your co-worker in her private moments in her own home.”“I know, Erin. And I’m really—”“Strip.”“Uh, whut?”Erin plopped onto... the couch, stretching an arm across the back.She twirled her fingers. “Go on. Strip for me. You saw me naked. It’s only fair I get a look at you too.”“Get real.”“Oh, I am,” she said in a low tone. “As real as my lawyer and Walter are on speed dial. Strip. And while you’re at it, dance. You saw me dancing the other night, didn’t you?”I nodded.“Well then, make it up. " They both looked at me blankly, and I hoped I wasn't about to make a mistake. "You both agree on a judge and then do a strip for them. Whoever does a better job, wins."They looked at each other for a moment, thinking, before Betty turned to me and asked, "But how will we agree on a judge? We will each try to choose one that either favors us, or is against them." I choose you, John," Suzy told me, and for a fleeting second I felt like a Pokemon.Betty just stared at the Asian woman before. I got back to taking pictures and a few shots later, her blouse was off completely and so was her skirt. Then she turned her back to us again, bent forward and looked back over her shoulder at the camera, hooked her thumb in the waist of her panties, and pulled them down a bit. I took a picture, then she pulled them down even further. Now she was showing us her pussy between her legs. I quickly took a picture and then she pulled her panties right down to her shoes, bending right forward with. Continuing to fondle her pussy with her left hand, she reached over with her right and ran it along his cock. That brought it from firm pre-readiness to full strength. “Sorry.” She said, withdrawing her hand. “You’re supposed to ask before doing that.”He didn’t know how to respond. Of course, he liked the touch, but didn’t want to appear too eager, to be the old perv. “You could touch mine if you want.” She took her hand away from between her legs, and cocked a knee to the side, exposing.