I watched from the back door as the lights in her flat went on and the blinds lowered. Why did we still sleep in different beds, hell, in different bu...ildings? As much as I value my own space I longed to wake up with her in my arms. To be together in the soft warmth of a lazy morning would be heaven. I cleared up slowly, with an unexpectedly heavy heart. Then I remembered the video. I grabbed the laptop and headed upstairs.It was better than I had thought possible. The picture was crystal clear,. That he should betray ourhospitality like this! I didn’t want trouble, that wasfor sure. This fellow was big, rich, powerful, a native,while we were foreign, small, and poor.His hand was so big that he could hold my bottom like atwo balls in the palm of his hands. He silently strokedand squeezed me, and slowly I felt one of his bigfingers venturing deeper.I shivered in fear when he put his penis against mybehind, pushing it between my thighs. He reached overmy hip, and pulling up my. Lying on the bed I quickly open my flies and take my already hard cock in hand.Right now Dad’s young lover could be on her knees in front of him, devouring his cock, licking and nibbling, sucking and spitting on it, begging him for his cum. I’m wanking slowly as I imagine the scene…my Dad running his hands through her short, spikey blonde hair, or maybe his hand reaching down to cup and caress one of her pert little breasts.Or perhaps they’ve ventured beyond the lake and into the wood behind,. We went back to the office and as I sat down and got my lipstick out I turned to him so he could see me putting it on. I got on with my work but kept thinking what I was doing to him and it got me very aroused.Nothing out the ordinary happened for a few days except that most days I went home and wanked before Mark got home. Then about a week later Marc's mum who worked in the office with us was off sick and Marc was told to lock up at 5.00. The guys in the factory went at 4.30 and I said to.