

A few moments pass before you realise you haven't said anything. Or moved an inch. You start to back away but she sternly orders you to stop.... & watch. 'You aren't allowed to move' she says as she slinks her way towards the bed, her hands moving down and across her body. She squeezes her tits and slides her hands down her stomach before squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks just as she begins to crawl onto the bed. Her eyes are fixed on you, she moves slowly and deliberately, almost as if she is savouring it. You notice there's a laptop open on the bed & you remember she was speaking to someone. Was she recording herself? Was she on webcam? She sees your eyes flit between the computer and her body and chuckles darkly. 'My husband doesn't know I do this....I expose myself on cam to hundreds of people every day when he's at work. I get paid to fuck myself. Sometimes I fuck other men on camera & he has no idea I'm full of someone else's cum when he comes home at night.' You gasp in complete disbelief at the scene in front of you. She looks down at your crotch. 'Step into the room' she says. You hesitate and she repeats herself, even louder. 'Would you like to watch today....or be used?'