What to do, panic welled up in me, quickly i got some tissues cleaned up , stripped , washed my hands and replaced the lingereie in my m*ms secret dra...wer which i had discovered recently.I went to my room and dressed, i felt sick with fear, what had she seen , what could she prove, the i remembered the camera.. I lay on my bed and waited for the world to end.My teenage hormones had undone me , not only had my own s*ster seen my masterbate and cum , but i had been wearing my m*ms panties, and she. During the initial days of the job, we were given a training by the company on how the industry works and exactly what is expected of us. Work was monotonous and somehow days passed.I had a colleague named Indu (name changed for privacy), a married Bengali beauty around 25yrs old. We had a medium conversation as most of the time work kept us busy. She always used to wear a saree to work that exposed a little of her waistline. She was fair and had long hair. Our interactions were formal and. This is where it's at boys, and don't forget it. Almost any licking and sucking of the labia or vaginal entrance is going to feel just dandy; just remember that this is pleasurable teasing, not the main event. I can't tell you how many guys have thrust their tongues up my vagina thinking that this was going to make me cum. They were wrong. Of course, with a little manual stimulation....but I'm getting ahead of myself. Women feel differently about how much direct stimulation they can take on. ..I'm just gonna nail Scarlett Johansson!" The guy just smirked "Yeah sure you are pal, and Kim Kardashian wants to sit on my face!" I made it to the Larchmont Inn close to 11pm, I walked up to the desk and was met by an indifferent Concierge. "Can I help you...sir." he said with an air of condescention. "I'm here to see Betsy Ross." I said. He looked at me from behind a pair of almost comical glasses "I'm sure you are." the words fell from his thin lips like gunk dripping from an old trash.