I retraced my steps down the large oak, winding staircase. In the heat of the moment last evening I had no time in which to admire the decadence and f...inish of this palace, it really was a stunning house. After opening a couple of doors I found my way through to large kitchen, beautifully modern and light with American white oak units and a stunning black marble worktop, the size would be enough to run a large restaurant out of I thought to myself. I flicked on the coffee machine giving thanks. She whimpered.Making the most of his slight, momentary advantage, he drove his hips up into her softness, taking her by surprise. He lifted his head eagerly and licked at her nipple. For Cara it was too much, she knew she had to do something to alter their coupling immediately and interupt the tell-tale tingling. She needed to steer herself from the point-of-no-return. In a swift movement she planted feet either side of his wide frame. Without breaking contact with his impressive meat she. He could copy any scene to his larger storage recorder if he wished to keep the vids before he erased them from the original recorder. He could set and forget the cameras to within 10km of his treehouse. He had even developed an access and editing panel.The control board for his viewers had twenty-four small tiles at the top set as four by six to represent and link to the screens on the wall. He then stuck small coloured discs below in rows and left room for a short title block so he could name. He got up and walked over to her. "My name is Ben Connors. Excuse the wet hand."She shook hands with him, the wet warmth of the contact making her nipples itch. "I'm Gloria, Ben. Are you in town on business?" She knew that her voice wasn't steady as she spoke. The wine didn't help, and being so close to the attractive man was making her nervous and horny.Ben explained that he was a salesman stopping in the town to make a call on an account. Gloria listened to him talk about himself and then she.