She had moved into my house after losing her job a year before and still thought of me as a 12 year old that she had to question. “Yeah im fine mom�...� I said as I washed the last of the dishes. As I finished my phone buzzed again, Brent. “good slut! Now I want you to take it out and suck it and send me pics” he requested. Damn really? “ok Brent” I replied. I slipped back into my bathroom and slid the dildo out of my dripping wet pussy. “oh god what am I doing? Why don’t I just say no?” I thought. I reveled in the feeling of her soft, increasingly hot skin and settled into a steady rhythm, my hand playing a lovely duet of sharp smacks and sobbed protests with her bum. Her backside wiggled more and more, and I had to push down with my free hand to prevent her from sliding off my thighs and to keep my aim. I didn’t keep count. I kept smacking, and her sobs grew in intensity. Suddenly, or perhaps it was only that I noticed it belatedly, too taken up in the perverted delight I took in my. . . I am hungry, though." Michael froze, almost forgetting to breathe. His pulse thundered in his ears, soaking up the carnal desire that hung in the air around her. Her hand traced up to his jawline, while the other reached around and slid down the front of his sweatpants, wrapping firmly about his rock-hard shaft. She cooed, apparently satisfied with what she found. It throbbed achingly in her palm, her touching sending electricity through him. Confidence suddenly flowed through. Down here, we only found them covering the entry area and living room. Since we haven't found anything in the other rooms on the first floor, I don't think it has been completed. Someone went to a lot of trouble to do this. It is disguised as a security system."Even though we haven't found anything in this room." Pointing to a box, she said, "So, this should mask our conversation. Each microphone is paired with a high-quality video camera with several pairs in each room."Al said, "That may.