A message from Ms. K

To your surprise, the footage doesn't contain you. Instead, it seems to be a recording of Ms. K, who is sitting on a bed, in a shockingly revealing set of black negligee.

"If you're seeing this, John, you've realized that Heather has had some...lifestyle changes, and instead of confronting her about it, you've snuck into my house to check...am I right?"

You panic as you realize she's anticipated your snooping, but her lips curve into a reassuring smile as she continues. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just wanted to offer a little...apology for my son... stealing away your girlfriend like that."

The reminder of what Heather and Carl were doing on the camera pulls your attention back, only to see them locking lips more passionately than ever, seemingly oblivious to the world.

You pull your eyes away again, looking back at the recording of Ms. K, who has paused, seemingly anticipating your momentary lapse of attention. Despite the situation, you have to admit that Ms. K does look stunning...you'd always found her attractive, and the lingerie she's wearing really highlights how ample her curves really are.

"Now, I'm sure you could try to storm in and chase Carl away from your girlfriend..." She smiles gently for a few moments, silently implying that you'd do little more than humiliate yourself by trying. "...but I'm sure if you were that assertive, you wouldn't be here right now, hm?"

She leans forwards, using her arms to squeeze her tits together and emphasize her exposed cleavage, inexorably drawing in your eyes. "There's a box of tissues on the desk...how about it, I'll guide you along to a nice relaxing orgasm...?" She lifts one hand, miming a hand erotically stroking a cock.