The monochrome images on the TV screen were grainy and jerky, but there was no doubt it was me.

There really wasn’t anything I could say to Louise: as I was a paying guest in her house I could hardly object. She had every right to install a hidden closed circuit TV camera in her own bedroom, though I wished my unexpected appearance on the small screen was less like a vampire from a 60s TV show. I watched in silence as the “show” unfolded before me, aware Louise was watching me to see what I was going to do about it.

Truth is, there was nothing I could do. The tape I was seeing was a copy so ripping it out of the video player would have been a waste of time. Denying it was me was equally pointless as it clearly was me. Even got my best side, too.

Of course I was embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be? Being filmed bending over a sleeping female and lifting back the bed sheets so I could suckle one of her large boobs was bad enough. Being seen putting my hand down between her legs as she slept soundly looked almost perverted.

It was perverted, but as I had drugged her to allow me to feel her up as she slept deeply I hoped she wouldn’t ever know. Well, the hidden camera put an end to that scheme.

“I suppose,” I said as the camera showed me crouched between Louise’s open legs, eating away to my heart’s content with my naked bum up in the air – not very ladylike but I had never considered myself a lady – “that you will want to kick me out now. I’ll go and pack my stuff.”

“Before you do anything, Sharon, I want to know why you did that to me.”

I looked at Louise and wondered why she didn’t know already. She was tall and shapely and attractive with dark, smouldering eyes and a mane of black hair any self-respecting lesbian would want to get her hands in. Probably to guide those delicious full lips of hers down to your own cunt with the polite request for her to lick you to a climax. I had fancied Louise since I moved in to the house nine months ago, watching her entertain a string of men who were in their own way lusting after her. Except I was a woman and wanted to use her my way.

“So why?” She asked again, her large and exciting eyes on me.

“So, you are beautiful,” I said. “It was the only way I thought I’d get to touch you. Kiss you. That sort of thing.”

“I’m a woman,” she said.

“And I am a lesbian, so you can guess the attraction for me,” I responded. On screen I was still lapping at the sleeping slit, wriggling nicely as I got one hand between my legs to bring myself off.

“I’m a straight woman,” she said.

“More reason for me to get what I could the way I did. But how did you know what I was doing?” I felt I ought to at least know that before I left. I thought I’d been so careful.

Louise regarded me. On screen I had shifted position so I was eating the near unconscious woman with my bum poised over her face, feeling her lips on my sex as best I could. “I went to the doctor,” she said. “I had these strange marks around the top of my thighs, bite marks on my tits.