Then she let me put my hand inside her bra and fondle those delightful breasts. I couldn't call them beautiful at this point, because I still hadn't s...een them, but I loved touching them. It felt incredibly sexy to me just to be able to have my hand touching the flesh of her wonderful breasts.Some months later I finished college and was lucky to get a job with an insurance company. It was a fairly small agency and the guy who owned it was a very successful salesman, who had done very well. He. My eyes glaze over as I gaze at Her show, and I nod dumbly. “It’s just I need a new laptop you see, and I was thinking about the ones they give out to the reps.” I nod some more, my heart racing as I wonder what’s coming next, am I going to get a real show?!“So would that be ok Graham?” I can only nod, my face beetroot red as She uncrosses and crosses again, making my eyes flicker and then glaze over again. I simply can’t stop looking, whatever I do. I’m a compulsive masturbator and voyeur, and. ’ ‘Yes dear,’ was all I could muster in my humiliation. When I entered the bedroom with their breakfast, Thomas was leaning back against the headboard. Cathy was sitting between his legs lying back on him while he fondled her 36 C tits, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, lightly pinching them while Cathy moaned in pleasure. ‘Thanks wimp,’ Thomas spoke, ‘Your wife and I worked up a big appetite.’ ‘You’re welcome,’ I mumbled. ‘What was that cocksucker?” Thomas barked. . A shadow moved ... The dream sank further, dithering into vague memory and finally into a singular remnant: a feeling of comfort.I propped myself up in my cot as awareness took hold of my senses. Someone was up and using the bathroom. Or ... not quite.I could hear Tommy breathing from the bed, unperturbed by the strange situation. Quietly I rose and inched toward the door. I peered out and gasped slightly as I saw a familiar silhouette at the entrance to the great room.“Good morning, love,” she.