As we were both very busy with work and family obligations, our time together was very precious and Master kept me very busy during the week. For the ...first several weeks, I had been very diligent writing my reports every day, keeping up with my exercise routine, keeping the apartment nice and neat, etc., but little by little, I had learned that I could slack, here and there, just a tiny bit. So long as I got my reports to Sir at the end of the week, I could double up on reports if I got busy. And when my boyfriend came, he spread his cum over the other guys cock and let him fuck him some more. He had never let me do that.As I watched the footage I was devastated and I was so horny. I literally jerked off crying, viewing the footage again and again. When I saw my boyfriend the next time I acted as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t say anything. How could I? If I did, I would have had to admit that I had monitored him without his permission. Of course it doesn’t make any sense,. I’d never heard of anything like that before. I finished my shift and went home. That night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking back the days in my head. ‘There must have been 10-15 guys in today. And the same each day last week’. ‘That’s £200-£300 a day. That’s £400-600 a week’. ‘That’s insane’My mind was still in shock at what I had heard as I drifted off to sleep. That night I had the most amazing sex dream I’ve ever had. I imagined it was me on the other side of the wall and I woke in the. There was no doubt about that. Her father had died when she was just three and her mother had to support Maisie and her two older sisters, Judy and Eve, as best she could. She admitted to Maisie that her birth had been an "accident"."That's what I want to warn you about," she said. "You'd damned well better keep your legs crossed and not let a boy in your pants. But if you ever do -- if you do, mind you, I'm not telling you it's okay -- you make sure he don't go in the front."Maisie looked.