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87John was in his study watching the feeds from the cameras in the bathroom, displayed as a split screen on his computer monitor. Dawn came into view on the screen, dressed as she would for work in the front office. Smart. High heels. Face made up, white, sharp blouse, black short skirt, stockings. Small black jacket. Desirable!She walked to the toilet, lifted her skirt, revealing a white suspender belt and white, small panties, and pulled them down. She sat down on the toilet and pissed into the bowl. John%u2019s attention switched to the feed from the camera hidden in the toilet bowl. He focused it so that her urine stream, and it%u2019s origin, were both sharp and clear. On the other feed, he saw her as she opened her legs and looked down at herself for half a minute and then, as if making up her mind to give into an impulse, she began to rub herself over her clitoral region. She did it for awhile but then stood up and performed a slow striptease as she removed her clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the toilet seat, after she had closed it. She went to the shower, which was combined with the bath, and sat on the edge, opening her legs wide, spat on her finger, and began rubbing herself. But then, after a few minutes, as if she was dissatisfied, she got up and went to the shelf over the sink. There, she picked up some objects: an electric toothbrush, a metal tooth pick with a sharp hook, a deodorant can shaped like a large bullet, and a long scrubbing brush.She returned to the bath, but instead of sitting on the edge, she placed the long scrubbing brush, head up, on the floor and squatted down over it and sat until the head and the handle disappeared into her anus, causing trickles of blood to run out and over the wooden panelled floor. Her mouth opened in ecstasy. She picked up the bullet-shaped deodorant and pushed it into her vagina until it disappeared. Once she was satisfied, she began rubbing herself, such that her open vagina was facing a hidden camera. She bent her head back to rest on the edge of the Chapter 3: Crowd SourcingThe Undertaker