About 10:30 on Friday morning, the motion detector cameras switched on as Doris entered the apartment. Things began as normal with Doris starting to unload cleaning supplies from the cart and busying her self with straightening up the living room. She suddenly stopped when she saw the note on the pornos. The expression on her face was borderline between panic and desperation. She picked up the tapes and examined them unsure of what to do. She sat on the couch for a few minutes with the videos lying on the coffee table and obviously had a million things running through her mind. Was she going to get fired? Did anyone else know? What did anyone know? Had Peter just seen somehow that she had been watching them or that they had been disturbed? Had she somehow damaged them? She sat on the sofa just looking at the videos for several minutes then finally decided that there was only one thing to do. Doris took the video that was marked like the last one she had watched, plugged it into the video unit and sat down on the sofa with the remote. She stared at the blank screen for what seemed like an eternity, her breaths coming rapidly and her heart pounding. With those million things still running through her mind, she finally pushed play.
The screen switched from blue to the beginning of the video that Doris had expected to see. For a few minutes the scene ran as normal, and Doris visibly relaxed but her slightly lined face still showed confusion. If there was nothing wrong with the tape, why the note? Then the image changed. Doris' face suddenly lost it's color when she saw herself sitting in the sofa feverishly rubbing her tits while an inset picture showed the female porn star feeling her self up. Doris looked quickly around as if expecting to see someone else in the apartment while her mind tried to reregister what was happening. She continued to keep looking around the room, perhaps to find the camera but kept getting drawn back to the screen as it continued to change. On the screen the image now showed her with her hand jammed down the front of her pants and a frenzied intense look on her face.
The look on her face at the moment was anything but intense, her color was ashen and her expression was more of the mortified category. The scenes continued to change showing different angles of Doris, sometime with an inset in the screen to show what she had been watching, sometimes from the rear so the video screen could be seen in the background. By the time her image on the screen had pushed her pants around her ankles, the shot was low level from the front and Doris was now glued to the images as she watched herself lewdly jam the duster handle in and out of her splayed pussy. Slowly a more resigned look cam across her face as she watched the drama play out, then gradually she became more interested. He had obviously gone to a lot of effort with this video and there could only be one reason; he must have liked what he saw. She wondered if it excited him. What had he done when he first saw these pictures? She was becoming oddly aroused watching herself masturbate on television and knowing that someone else had seen it too. Her pussy began to get moist and she resisted the temptation to rub it for fear that she was being taped again. The female porn star was now getting fucked hard from behind and the image showed herself jamming the duster feverishly into her cunt. Doris' hand unconsciously traveled to her pussy while she became more and more engrossed in the video. When she finally realized that she was frigging herself again she stopped momentarily, but then continued, after all, what could it hurt? Her video image was now cumming hard on the screen, and she grinding the heel of her hand hard against her clit watching it, her breathing ragged.
