Left and right, the girls were peeling off their clothes in the dressing room. They displayed pussy-fur of every color, tits of every size, young asses sexy enough to make a man have a heart attack.

How he longed to crawl in there on his hands and knees and sniff those girl-asses, those hot teen pussies! How he longed to lick between those spongy cuntlips, to suck the pussy-honey from those succulent young cunts! How he longed to stick his cock inside those hot little vixens! He wanted to fuck them. He just wanted to fuck them all!

"Christ, look at 'em!" he muttered. "Jesus balls!"

He'd installed the two-way mirrors five years ago, but every time he looked through them at the girls he still got just as excited as he had the first time. Without these secret mirrors and his daily jack-off sessions, sexual frustration would have driven him crazy long ago. Me often wondered what Greta's reaction would be if she ever found out about his secret voyeurism, about how he watched her precious little dancers and lusted after them. She'd probably have him locked up as a pervert – if she didn't kill him first.

A little blonde stepped up to the mirror and gazed into the reflection of her own eyes. It looked as if she were going to kiss her reflection. Morgan could have kissed her through the glass, but he feared she might see him through the mirror if he got too close. He gazed at the pretty little bitch, longing to stick his tongue between her pink wet lips, to pull her voluptuous young body against his own body, to slip his horny, lust-burning cock up her juicy young pussy and fuck the hell out of her.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" The lust surged through his cock and suddenly he was shooting cum all over.

As the fuck-itch pulsed through his cock and balls, as he humped at his jerking hand, his jizz splatted against the wall.