Brad reached me as I sat on the bed and stood forlornly infront of me, his raging erection pulsing visibly. I reached out and, looking him in the eyes, I took his hands in mine.

He was trembling and it melted my heart to see him so torn. "We can get through this, what ever it is. Just sit with me. We don't even have to touch." He let my hands drop and reluctantly sat on the bed. I deliberately scooched away from him, as I did the action made my breasts jiggle and I covered them, ineffectually, with my arms.

The room was silent apart from our breathing and the distant ticking of a clock. I peered round this strange room, bare except for the bed and a large mirror on on wall.

"Brad, what do you think is going on?" I whispered. It occured to me,with a jolt, that the mirror might be 2-way - perhaps we were being observed.