Mercedes rented a room at the Bellagio Hotel to view her tapes from the Tahoe house: at home, the risk of Portia or Moira or even Bill walking in on her was too great: she wouldn't want her daughter or her au pair to know anything about this, and she just doesn't want to share it with Bill. Of course, the cameras record everything, even the boring things, and Mercedes begins fast forwarding right away: they have to settle in before they get down to it.....but no, she lifts her finger off the button & watches in regular speed as Justin lifts Eleanor onto the kitchen counter & takes off her clothes just moments after they arrive. The sound is weak: Justin's low purr and Eleanor's soft speech barely register on the tape, Mercedes can't hear what they say to each other as they make love on the kitchen counters of her vacation house, all she can hear are the groans & cries of their passion.

She expected more from Justin, since all she's ever known of him has been in his role as a dom, but he's surprisingly tender, caressing his lover gently, rocking her slowly against him, kissing every inch of her....Mercedes reaches her hand beneath her skirt, just the lightest touch: she has an appointment this afternoon, she doesn't want to use herself up before he gets here. The tape breaks suddenly as Justin & Eleanor leave the house, and picks up as they return & Justin cooks dinner. Mercedes fast forwards impatiently, eager for more 'action'. After dinner the young couple satisfies Mercedes' wish by going upstairs & getting it on in several different positions that give her ample opportunity to see everything she wanted to see. Justin exposes a little of his 'true' nature in bed, engaging in some mild slap & tickle with his wealthy & pampered prey, Mercedes laughs lustily as she watches: how horrified her little assistant would be to learn what he really is.

Mercedes rewinds the tape, plays it over again, taking her suit off piece by piece.

Eventually, her apoinment arrives...Kevin, his name is, he's a favorite of Monica's..he isn't Justin, but he'll do what she needs. She climbs into bed, keeping her eyes on the TV, the tape looped so she can watch again & again.

"Justin, Justin," she moans & cries as this Kevin pounds himself into her. He doesn't care what she calls him or who she's pretending he is, as long as she's paying him.

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