Michael returned to his bedroom, restless and unable to sleep.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly booted up his laptop to check the home's live security feed.
What he saw was Betty, deeply engaged in pleasuring herself.
On the screen, Betty had just begun her third session of the night.
She seemed to have gotten the rhythm down, her excitement palpable.
She bit into a teddy bear, no longer muffling her moans with her hand.
Both of her hands were busy exploring her body; one fingered her pussy, occasionally delving deep, while the other alternated between stroking her clit and caressing her breasts.
Tonight, Betty had seen Michael's erect penis, a sight that thrilled her immensely and added an extra layer of excitement to her masturbation.
Just yesterday, she had seen Michael's penis too, but it was partially concealed by underwear, which added a mysterious allure but also a sense of unreality.