Who was that? I thought, maybe Uncle Tom had been watching? I jumped from the bed and dressed quickly my panty's were soaking wet but I kept them on a...yway. I run out the door without my coat only to be met with pouring rain, by the time I got to grandpas I looked like I’d entered a wet T-shirt competition. As I got to the door it opened and a man in a boiler suit came out, he smiled at me while openly staring at my wet tits showing through my top. He introduced himself as Jim. “Tell your. I needed to spy.I raced across my bedchamber’s floor towards the close door. But I could fit through the crack beneath. I moved fast, about the speed I could walk as a human. My antennae twitched in excitement. I clicked more as I pressed tight against the ground and passed into the darkness beneath the door. In heartbeats, I entered my sitting room.The Naithan throw rug proved an obstacle. My tiny legs sank into the gaps in the colorful weave, slowing me down. I had to move with care, putting. The air smells faintly of sex and I smile knowing soon i'll be adding to the delicious aroma. I close my eyes and let the vibrations of the music from outside the room guide me in my next steps.I slowly pull off my shirt and toss it beside me on the floor. I reach behind me to undo my bra, letting my fingertips brush against the sides of my breasts as it drops. My nipples become stiff almost like the cold air is stroking my firm 44DD self into perfection. I then slide off my jeans and moist. "You, in the black and white cube, you look the oldest. You, go first."A well-bred looking woman in a stunning feathered hat, pristine white gloves and a walking suit from the Edwardian age, cleared her throat and, in a surprisingly deep bass voice, responded to Patty's command."Officer, it's so wonderful to have a figure of authority present. As you guessed, I am one of the oldest images out here, and may I inform you that I am simply appalled at some of the behavior of these...these images.