Do you know that a normal American citizen, who is willing to spend a couple of thousand bucks in twenty-first century America, can buy himself enough...spy gear to stock a good sized P.I. agency. I found that I, an eighteen year old Virginia teenager, could just log on to the internet and buy just about anything I needed. Cheaply! Like:-miniature pinhole wireless cameras-microphones-wireless UHF telephone bugs-digital GPS car tracking 'real time' devicesSo I bought some!I started with dad and. I felt my panties fall down to my ankles, and I consciously stepped out of them and let my knees open and I began to rub myself, my mind and fingers were in unison now, the closer I got to achieving my orgasm, my mind chopped and changed my scenario, to allow the men access to me, even when the cubicles either side of me were occupied, I continued doing what I was doing.I could hear the men laughing and someone coughed loudly, it sounded very male and as if almost outside the cubicle where I. Miss Sophia, that's what she insists everyone call her, was a friend of my mothers and she and another young girl were waiting for us as we approached. She was the head trainer out there and I had met her a couple of times when I came home from school and on occasion she would be at one of our holiday parties. But this was the first time I ever really saw her in her element. She must have been around six feet tall, wearing knee high leather boots, jodhpurs and a satin blouse-a real horsewoman.. "My God, Janet, I apologized. I want you as much as you want me. Now let's go up to bed, darling." That's not enough, Greg," she said, her tone of voice strange and hard. She wanted to know why he had not made love to her during the last ninety days. She wanted him to tell her his secret. "Just an apology won't do. For three months you've been neglecting me, in bed and out. You've been short tempered and almost cruel. You haven't even taken the time to say 'I love you' more than three times. I.