She traced her fingers down my chest and then moved to the button on my jeans. She unsnapped it and slid the zipper down, giving my trapped cock a lit...le air. Without a word from me she leaned back and undid her bra, allowing her small yet perky b-cup breasts to sit right at my eye level. Watching my hungry eyes devour her chest she asked, "See anything you like?" followed by that great smile again.Amanda leaned back in and pressed her naked breasts against me and then slowly slid down my body.. ?I blubbered a weak, ?What?? and he continued. ?You didn’t know that we make the nightly walk through using night vision goggles, did you? That’s because we had some kids trying to hide in here overnight a few years ago. They hid when the lights came on and almost eluded us. Now they don’t see us coming because we use these. They are night vision goggles with infra-red illumination.?Dave then pointed to the ceiling, ?The security cameras are also night vision and infra-red. We could be. I pull them over to the side of the room and cuff them in place next to the wall where they can’t move.I make a phone call to my neighbors wife to come over immediately and bring a camera. About ten minutes later she shows up and I walk her into my room and tell her to photograph her worthless husband and my girlfriend. She is mad as I am and takes photos of him and her and then posts them to his Facebook account. I laugh the whole time.As we both calm down, we ask why they did this and they. When I was born, he was three and pronouced my name as "Baby" instead of Betty. Eventually it turned into everyone calling me that, and then it fell short to just Babe. My mom stopped calling me that when my father died though when I was seven. My brother stopped calling me Babe when he was thirteen and realized how inappropriate it might sound to others.As I said, my father died when I was seven. My mother then put all of her focus, energy, and time into her work (she's a lawyer). She wouldn't.