It was taken care of by two maids, while the owner, Mrs. Griffin worked downtown. Her husband stayed at home. I had installed a closed-circuit televis...ion camera in the rooming house. It was for Mrs. Griffin. She knew that Mr. Griffin was having sex in her bedroom when she was away at work. You see, Mr. Griffin was an "artist." I put that in quotes because I don't really think he was that good. He only sold a few pieces of sculpture. He did what he called "found art." That means it was made of. She hadn't protested... in fact, she reached back and spread her buttocks to help me find the mark. I was soon lying on top of her with my crotch pressing against her cute ass, most of my eleven inches inside her hot pussy. She made a tripod of her forearms and rested her head on it while I fucked her. I worked a hand under her and massaged her mound until she came... and came... and came... and came again just as I spewed cum into her cunt. I rolled off, lay back on the grass with my head on. If you do not do as I ask then all thesepeople will be receiving the pics of you right now. All I have to do ispress the send button on my laptop. Do you understand bitch. WELL."I nodded."Any shouting or screaming or misbehavior will have the same effect, doyou understand."Again I nodded; shocked at the position I had got myself into.He then removed the gag from my mouth and the blindfold too."What is your real name Slut?" he demanded, "I will be checking, so donot lie." David Jones," I. Each night we visited the same bar & each night we had more to drink, as it was a very quiet bar Marco had lots of time for us, well me especially, as the week went on I wore less and less just for Marco, it got to the stage where in his broken English he would tell me what nice tits I had.Then one night he told us it was his night off the following night and would like to take us both out in his car for a meal to a restaurant he knew in the mountains, we gladly accepted, told him where we were.