Sara maltretira randy

You don't see me peeking?

Right.

I'm out of the highest moral caliber.

Pardon? Ladies knickers.

How dare you madam. Yes.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Hmm.

Hey, those heels are sharp.

Yes. Hmm.

Hmm.

Yeah.

I really don't know what to say.

The very idea of me peeking.

I mean, I've never heard such nonsense.

Dear, oh dear.

Peeking indeed.

I mean.

Hmm.

You're giving me an idea now.

Hmm, yes.

Actually, ooh.

I think that, you know,

there are lots of people who'd like

to have a little peek at you.

Oh, yes.

Just like that. Oh, yes.

Hmm. Now this isn't peeking, is it?

This is art.

Art? Art, yes.

A study of the female form.

I mean, where's...

Oh, oh, oh,... oh,oh

I think something's slipping out in the conversation. You're in trouble. Oh, no, please let me off. Can I go now? I'll think of a punishment later. Oh, really? You promise? Definitely. Okay.