"Now that you've assumed a more modest stance, you look quite nice Tina. But don't just stand there like a witless bimbo, even if you are one. Go and get my martini, wench, and bring it to me with the wifely kiss that I instructed you to meet me with on my return home. But before you bring me the martini, make sure you put on your apron. I would be most annoyed if you spilled something on your nice outfit. You're not off to a good start here so get your fat butt into gear and make it quick, girlie!"
As Tom slunk off to get the martini, Florence unlocked the case containing the camera and rewound the tape. Slumping down in the recliner, she kicked off her shoes and keyed the remote to start the replay of the tape just as Tom returned. Accepting the martini and his chaste kiss, she directed him to kneel and massage her feet while they watched the video.
"Here's the first one, Tina. See how the hour and minutes show up in the right-hand corner throughout the recording? I see you barely made it on time. What a maidenly, heaving bosom and flushed face you have. Oh, and now the not so dainty lifting of your skirt and slip to expose all to the camera. You have absolutely no shame, do you? A proper little whore, no doubt about it. Don't bother sniveling a reply, just keep on rubbing my feet and make a good job of it, girl!"
Restraining he rapidly escalating erotic desires, Florence finished her martini and told Tom to get back into the kitchen to finish dinner which she expected on the table as soon as she had changed into something more comfortable for the evening.