Almost all of you, anyway.?The screen lit up. There was no music or opening title, just an image of an empty room. I began to realize that I knew this... room. I was familiar with every object in it. It was a high, clear view of Mistress Angela’s bedroom. I looked over at the equipment. In the dark I could see that the power was activated on Mistress Angela’s video camera. My pulse accelerated. I looked back to the movie screen and knew a moment later that what I’d feared was happening. I watched. The bar was quite full and on the comfy seating was a large woman, at least 20 stone, she said to me “Come and sit here” as I sat down she said her name was Maria, we got talking and she was a rep spending most of her time travelling up and down the Country selling whatever it was. She was married but virtually never gets to go home because of her job. She was dressed in a suit with a white blouse and on her own admission was on her second bottle of wine, we had a brief conversation and then I. You can give it to me then," I replied.That Saturday, I picked up the table and brought it to Helen's apartment. I figured I'd drop it off and be on my way. I was running errands, dressed in running shorts, sneakers and a t-shirt. I wasn't exactly dressed to the nines. This was the first time I had been to Helen's apartment. It was a pretty typical apartment, in a large suburban complex where each building looked exactly like all the others around it. After a few minutes of trying to get my. Emma looked at him trying to read his thoughts.“So what should I do Mark”?“Fuck him of course; he has the upper hand, doesn’t he. There’s absolutely nothing you or I can do about it”.Emma stood and slid her knickers down her thighs, her lace topped black hold ups clearly visible to both of the men.She leant across the table and spread her legs anticipating Marcus’s entry into her now slightly moist cunt. Marcus dropped his trousers, revealing his tumescent prick sticking out perversely in front.