Over the past few nights, Michael had been on his best behavior, or at least he pretended to be. The most he did was "accidentally" brush against Betty's chest or thigh.
Betty dressed very conservatively, even wearing a bra, leaving Michael with little opportunity for mischief. This kind of teasing through layers was far from satisfying for him, and gradually, it seemed like he was losing interest.
After reviewing the footage from the past five days, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. However, my anxiety spiked again when I watched the video from the fifth night.
That night, after Betty fell asleep, Michael couldn't help but sit up on his knees in bed, facing her direction. These past few nights had been frustrating for him.
Given that my business trip was a rare opportunity for him, and seeing that it was almost over with my return imminent, Michael was getting desperate. After having his way on the first night, he hadn't had much luck since then.
Watching Betty sleep, Michael thought countless times about unbuttoning her nightgown. But unbuttoning her clothes wasn't as easy as lifting her skirt that other night.
If he woke her up, he wouldn't have time to button it back up, and her nightgown was both conservative and snug. After several hesitant attempts, Michael gave up.
Just as he was about to lie back down, he inadvertently noticed Betty's buttocks. Because she was lying on her side with her legs slightly curled, the curves of her buttocks were clearly visible.
On the first night, although Michael had taken quite a few liberties, he had missed out on two things: Betty's buttocks and her lips. Perhaps realizing this, he became increasingly interested in her buttocks that night. Carefully, he reached out towards his target.
Eventually, Michael's hand landed on the raised curve of Betty's buttocks, caressing it through the thick fabric of her sleep pants. His hand was large, but Betty's buttock was larger, and his hand couldn't cover it entirely. From my own experience, I knew the feel of her buttocks was just as good as her breasts.
The more Michael touched, the more excited he became, and he started to get bolder, thinking about pulling down her sleep pants. After all, he had successfully pulled down her panties and touched her vagina that first night, so he decided to proceed in a similar fashion this time.
However, Michael seemed to forget that the first night involved a loose nightgown, whereas this night involved tight sleep pants. When he started pulling down her sleep pants, the sensation on Betty's body was likely more intense.
As he pulled the pants down to reveal her groin, perhaps the tight waistband of the pants pressed against Betty's lower abdomen, or maybe Michael's hand accidentally brushed her groin, causing a ticklish sensation.
Just as he exposed her groin, Betty moved her legs slightly and then slowly shifted her body from lying on her side to lying on her back.
Michael was seriously freaked out this time. Last time, Betty just clamped her legs together without much fuss, but this time her movement was much more pronounced.
Anyone who didn't know better might think Betty was about to wake up and get out of bed.
Michael was so scared that he just knelt there, frozen, almost like he was in shock, even forgetting to quickly lie down and pretend to be asleep. He just knelt there, waiting for the hammer to drop.
It was a long while before Betty showed no signs of opening her eyes. After turning to lie on her back, she continued to sleep deeply.
After a long time, once Michael was sure Betty hadn't woken up, he quickly wiped the sweat from his face and slowly returned to his own sleeping position, still not fully recovered from the shock.
Watching this video, I wasn't too shaken. Betty was just touched over her sleep pants by Michael, which was a lot less severe compared to the first night. After this night, there were no further advancements.
Now, only the videos from the sixth and seventh days were left. I remembered that during our call on the afternoon of the seventh day, Betty seemed a bit off, and for the first time, she didn't bring up Michael on her own.
That meant something might have happened on the sixth night, and Betty might have noticed it.
With these thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with dread as I opened the video from the sixth night. As the video slowly played, my heart gradually began to fear what I might see next...