The camera was catching it all. Every moan, every arch, every flick. All of a sudden, she stopped, listening. She heard the front door close, then her...daddy's footsteps headed to the kitchen. "Oh shit!" She jumped up, turning off the camera, and shutting off the music. She hurriedly got dressed, spraying herself with a little perfume, just enough to cover the scent of her dripping cunt. She grabbed her bottle of water off the night stand, looking in the mirror, making sure she did not look as. It was too easy to imagine that the FBI would blame the dead people, including the recently deceased Director and Deputy Director, so to avoid our looking weak we said nothing about this. The deaths of the five agents would've sent a very clear warning to other agents anyway.Once we'd sent our reply on Wednesday morning, we gave a copy of it to the media, Mom making a statement saying, "Obviously we're not trying to blackmail the Government because we're not keeping a penny of the money. She could not say when she would be home. She had not been gone long and knowing her she would probably not be back for hours. Lizzie continued to smile as she said, "I would be happy to keep you company until she gets home honey!" Vivian was thrilled to have the company and offered to make Lizzie a glass of iced tea. Lizzie thanked her with, "I would be delighted to have a glass, my dear!" As they walked to the kitchen Lizzie placed her arm around the hips of the s*******n-year-old girl.. I want you to fuck me as Aziza fucks your ass!” Miranda gasps. Paul beckons to her with a hand and she quickly slides over the bed and gets on her knees doggy style. On Aziza’s next thrust, Paul enters Miranda, fast and hard. The three of them get into a rhythm, and their voices mingle with the pleasure. Paul grabs Miranda’s shoulder for better leverage and fucks her hard. Miranda screams in pleasure as she orgasms and Paul shoots his cum into her for the second time. Aziza feels the pressure.