The next morning, Anna wakes up to moans and obvious sex noises. Her mind starts to run wild, is Bruce fucking someone else now that he is home?
She rolls over and rubs her eyes, she sees Bruce laying next to her, slowly stroking himself. Then she recognizes the sex sounds as as her own. She looks at the wall across from the bed. There, projected on a massive screen, is video from the night of the gala. It’s the point from the night where she had her first satisfying double team.
“Sir…” Anna says quietly.
Bruce rolls over and kisses her. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
Anna answers quietly, but Bruce sees her glancing at the screen.
“Oh. Well, you passed out before I could finish last night. So I figured watching you would be the next best thing,” he explains.
Anna keeps glancing between Bruce’s cock and the screen.
“Would you like me to turn it off?” he says, puling her close. “Or would you like to keep it on and finish what we started last night?”