The safe bet. See what's on that camera!

As much as you wanted to sneak over there and peek at his incredibly body, all hot and wet in the shower, and watch as his hands glided all over his now even bigger, soapy wet breasts and succulent looking nipples (their darker, almost brown color somehow exciting you all the more), his comments about all of the teachers and stuff perving all over him and jokingly calling you a perv too had made you far too self aware - fearing that if he caught you spying, he might lump you into the same category as all of them.

The video camera then was the much safer option, even though it wouldn't be nearly as thrilling as seeing Randall's actual fully naked body live and in the flesh, you figured that judging from what he'd said earlier, you might still get a pretty damn exciting show. Picturing in your head something akin to what you'd seen that first fateful night in this very apartment, when you'd walked into his bedroom to see Randall decked out in sexy red lingerie, furiously frigging himself with a dildo, you then pulled your eyes (with some regret) from the figure in the shower and returned once more to the living room.

Once there, you scampered over to the video camera and flipped open the LCD screen, listening out nervously as you did to the sound of the shower running, not particularly wanting Randall to see you perving at him in this respect either. Turning the thing on, wondering as you did if this was perhaps something Randall had bought with his payout from the hospital (like the new XBox had obviously been), or if in fact it had already been owned by Miss. Card, you hit rewind and let the tape roll back for a minute or two before hitting play, feeling a sudden buzz of excitement and anticipation hit you as you waited for something to appear. Rather than finding footage of Randall getting himself off or performing any kind of sexy act for the camera however, all you got instead was a stationary shot of Miss. Card's bedroom accompanied by the occasional glimpse of a hand as the camera jerked itself around. Presuming that this was Randall setting up the shot, you waited patiently for about thirty seconds until the camera finally came to a stop, framing up a nice wide angle of the bed.

"Alright! Here we go!" you though, peering quickly behind you to make sure Randall was still busy in the shower, as you rubbed a little at your crotch and awaited Randall's arrival on the screen.

You certainly weren't disappointing when he did, strutting beautifully into shot in that exceptional voluptuous body of his, clad (rather differently than you had envisioned) in a plain white blouse and dark gray, figure hugging waistcoat that really emphasized his enormous bust and had a few buttons open, just to show a touch of cleavage. As well as this he wore a matching gray pencil skirt that also clung tightly to his waspish waist, dark stockings, a pair of black heels and a pair of Miss. Card's very familiar black glasses on his face. He looked almost exactly like he did in class - sexy and sophisticated, even down to the way he had his hair tied back into a sort of formal bun (a style Miss. Card had wore rather frequently) - and you had to admit you were slightly taken aback, having not expected to find this at all, wondering for a moment if perhaps you'd got the wrong tape and this was just Randall testing out outfits for school or something.

This thought was quickly thrown out the window however, when Randall stopped and turned towards the camera, gazing directly down the lens (as if he was looking straight at you) and said, in his best imitation of Miss. Card...