I think this experience made the exhibitionist that I became, the idea of controlling someone spying on me is so hot that turns me on whenever I think... about it.I grew up, and found myself trying to replicate the scene with all the boyfriends I had. Leaving the bathroom door partially closed I try to see when they come to watch (all of them did) and start soaping my body all around over and over. I remember one time I could see my boyfriend masturbating while watching me soaping. I started to. I described to my husband how I got deep-throated for the first time by a complete stranger and he was getting excited about it. This was not the reaction I had in mind but it was way better than a divorce. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tits. Again, he reacted well to that too and grabbed me tighter. I could feel his bonner with no doubt now pressing on my ass cheeks. "Do you want me to keep going?" I asked, taking control of the situation. "Yes please”, he said. I told him how the guy. There were no cars ... nobody else was there.Alex answered the door wearing a suit and tie, he welcomed me into his home and we went into the kitchen where Adam was pouring the three of us another drink. Adam was also wearing a suit. Well all shook hands in greeting.(I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing. Calling her stupid was pretty mean. I knew I was losing control, but I couldn’t help it. This was my little girl, and these idiot friends of hers were leading her down a bad path…“Daddy, these were just for Alyssa and me. That’s all! I didn’t give them to anyone else—““Don’t you lie to me!”I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I tried to pour myself a cup of coffee but my hands were shaking so bad I just stopped.I looked at her and just shouted, “Godammit!” as I smacked the wall with my open.