I begin placing small cameras around the apartment. These wireless marvels, no larger than a cigar, transmit an encrypted signal triggered by motion. ...ully charged, their batteries will last over a week, plenty of time for me to find out what I need. With tiny lenses at the end of fiber optic wires, the body of the camera can be well-hidden, with only the unobtrusive, thread-thin lens visible. I place one in the kitchen, high atop a cabinet where the thick layer of dust tells me it will go. But I expected more from you actually." Sorry," I said, drinking the rest of my beer. "Out of practice. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Oh no," she said, lifting her determined chin, "I think not. You've just run off my intended and his number one groomsman. I was to marry next week." Marry one of them," I snorted. "I don't believe it. You?" Oh yes. He's very rich and can't help being crude at times. It's the style, you know, the fashion." No, afraid not. My mother taught me to be. I reached inside and pulled out the bag inside. I had waited 2 months and now here they were...her panties. The panties my "cum slut whore daughter" wore when we "played" at the playground, or at her office, or as she stood at her podium. Now they were mine!I closed the door and opened the baggie. My fingers trembling as I touched the nylon panties for the first time. I rolled the fabric between my fingers as I felt my cock hardening in my pants. My cock was straining at the zipper as I. You’re dismissed ... at the bell.”As we put our instruments in their storage slots, I hung back and waited on Jason to put his tuba away. When everyone else walked out after the period ending bell, I nodded at my big friend and said, “If you happened to tell Mr. Ballows about that song, I’m not upset with you, Jase.”“I-ah, I didn’t have any idea he’d ambush you like that, Mike ... when he asked if I had heard you guys playing any risqué or sexually charged songs. I never...” Jason whispered as.