"Yes, he does," I told him.Ron, my husband, sat at his computer and looked a wider video shot of our living room. On the screen, Steven was looking at... my laptop, stroking his cock. Ron pushed a button on the keyboard, and it was a closer shot of Steven jerking off. There are four cameras in the living room, two in the kitchen, and five in the bedroom. “I can see why you were excited this morning,” he told me. “It’s going to be fun watching him fuck you,” he added.A little bit about my husband. Aloud he said, ‘ Christ, I’m pissed’ and shuffled to the gazebo to slump on the ornamental bench. He stared at the house. They had chosen it together. Enough in the country to be quiet yet close enough to London to allow for the daily commute to the City. Tomorrow it would be gone for ever, the sale proceeds split as part of the settlement. He found he didn’t mind. He had spent little enough time here. Geneva, Paris, Milan, the constant round of business trips that was the cause of all his. It was evening and still was still tensed and behaving angrily to all. I heard a knock in at my door. “Abhi open the door?” I said “It is open” And she walked in wearing a Pajama and T-shirt. I looked at her as she was totally in a bad and tensed mood. She came and stood in front of me as I looked at her.She questioned me “Abhi, did you enter my room yesterday?”I answered “No, Di. I never go in your room.”“Abhi, tell the truth? I know you took my stuff”I replied “What stuff you are talking. I wrapped her thigh in my arms and rubbed my cheek against the stocking. I looked down the length of her long leg to the black garter straps against her skin of her upper thighs. "Blindfold you," I finally said, pulling my eyes from her thighs and crotch.I placed her leg back on the bed and picked up the blindfold. I moved up to her head and pulled the elastic strap open on the blindfold. "Lift your head up," I said.She did and I put the blindfold carefully around her eyes, bringing the strap.