Amy had begun to slack at some of her chores the last few weeks, but cleaning her room wasn't one of them. That alone had begun George's suspicions."T...ere are three installed, like you asked," Eddy said excitedly. He pointed to one corner of the room. "The primary is right there. Can you see it?"George squinted his eyes, then shook his head. "No," he admitted.Eddy was grinning from ear to ear. "The lens is smaller than the tip of a ballpoint pen. But it's there, trust me. The second camera," he. When he saw who it was. His heart was beating a little bit quicker."Aren't you going to let me in!?" Ivy asked, while standing outside the front door.Ivy was dressed up in a nice pink shirt and pink mini-skirt. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail."Oh hi!! This is a surprise," Charles cried.Charles still really didn't feel that good. Ivy's presence was going to make him ever more sicker today than he ever was for the last two days and nights."You look like a wreck," Ivy commented.Ivy looked. He already knows most of it except for the specific names. This is going to be a huge problem, but there’s no way to keep this quiet forever. Just tell him. By the way, Melinda Knowles, Melly, this is my fiancé, Charles, Charlie, Cantrell. He owns Cantrell Industries International.”“Oh, my God, Jacks. You lucky girl, you.” They both giggled. “OK, here it is. I witnessed Linda Johnson’s nephew, Bradley Johnson, stab Darrell Williamson’s niece, Patricia George, when she called old lady Johnson a. God, you’re driving me crazy.”“Don’t cum,” he instructed. He took the vibrator out and pressed it to her clit. She moaned and her hips jerked. He kissed her neck, knowing it was another place that turned her on.“I’m so hot, I can’t take this.” Her hips were grinding into the vibrator without her permission, she was desperate for release. “I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.”“What do you want me to do?” he asked.She blushed red again. “I want you cock, I-I want you to fuck me. I need you in.