It was still too early to go to the bike shop so I decided to go for a swim.I put on my trunks and padded down to the pool. It was empty so I dove in ...and started swimming laps. When I tired, I lay on my back and paddled along till I turned back over and swam hard again till I was done for the day. As I got out of the pool, a fairly tall, dark haired lady about my age came in the pool. She dropped her robe then dove in displaying a T-back tank suit that left her butt cheeks blazing at me. I. As I walked to the underground elevator, I quickly look back at my joy and lock the doors with the familiar beep and flash of lights. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of. Debbie tensed and moaned, pulling away from her kiss with Jacqui, as my fingertips found her g-spot. The look in her eyes told me to make her climax. Within seconds, my fingers were a blur and the previously demure, reserved girl was bucking her hips wildly, moaning unashamedly, demanding I make her cum. Her pussy throbbed harder and harder as I teased her g-spot but the moment my thumb made contact with her clit, Debbie’s back arched, she tensed and moaned, “Oh fuck."I felt her pussy clamp. She had to dosomething, anything to get me to stop.Her professional name was Mistress Vendetta, Ms. V to her clients andshe went back all the way to collage with my aunt. High school friendsthat lasted till now. It was my aunt's suggestion I go through this.This was an example of what might happen hitchhiking only not the worstcase by far.I was shocked beyond words and more so when Ms. V opened the closet andhanded mom the DVD. Three cameras recording, for all time, my utter andcomplete.