Fuck, what is she doing? I can’t believe it when I see her changing, putting on a show, like she knows the camera is there and she’s doing this all for my benefit. Wriggling out of her work clothes, spinning in front of the mirror, choosing some skimpy outfit that she tries on, just for my benefit. Is she going to do this every night? Is it like some sort of ritual that she goes through, some kinky little perversion just for her own private enjoyment? But then, just as she’s got me really hot, she’s off, gone into another room. Maybe I should put cameras throughout her apartment. I’ll need to think about that.<br/><br/>Fuck, that’s something I never anticipated. She got that guy there, the big guy from the club security team. So that’s why she changed like that, getting herself all ready for him. I’ll need to be careful if he’s going to be around. not that I’m afraid of him, mind. No way. He’s big, sure, but you learn to take care of yourself in prison. I’ve put down guys a lot bigger than him. It’s easy when you know how. But I don’t want any distractions. I’m going to fuck the little tart, not fight her boyfriend.<br/><br/>The sound is indistinct so I can’t really hear what they’re whispering about. But there’s a lot of huffing and panting. That guy sure has stamina, but he was knackered by the end, like his balls have been rung out, like mine will feel when I’ve fucked her. I don’t bother much with this. I’m not interested in seeing a big guy humping.<br/><br/>He’s still there next morning, but she soon sends him on his way and then she’s off too, all business like and on time. Time for me to act.