I didn't bother watching the videos during the day, I was only interested in what she did after bed time. For over a week I watched her when she was ...n her room, doing homework, on her phone and getting ready for bed. Nothing she did in any way gave any indication that she was anything but a fifteen-year-old girl living a quiet, chaste life. The next Saturday morning after she left to visit Chelsea, I logged on to the camera video and got the shock of my life. The room was dark but a motion. One day soon after my admissions about sucking cum-filled pussy, Mike asked, “Come on, Ed, do you really suck those creamy cunts? Most guys would never do that, and I know that Charles and I sure wouldn’t do something that nasty. We don’t even like to suck a clean pussy. The only reason that I might believe you is because that needle dick of yours probably won’t satisfy the girls and you need to finish them off with your mouth.”I was really embarrassed at being called a needle dick, especially. When he saw my eyebrows raise up, he said that he could put food out anywhere in the basement, release the ants, and they would find the food, eat it, then file back into the ant city all by themselves. As my eyes stayed glued to the big box of ants, I asked Uncle Clyde to show me how they did it. He told me they only came out to eat after sunset, and he would show me after supper. His hand caressed my naked ass cheeks, as he stood behind me. Then, with a playful slap, he sent me upstairs, so. He had located her delicate hidden nub of a clitoris with the firm end of the stick and was now measuredly abusing the small bundle of nerves.“You want the tape off your mouth sweetheart?” he asked in a loving sing song voice, “And your dirty old cunt soiled panties pulled from your mouth?” he added with a grin.She nodded her head in the affirmative, hoping he would do just that and stop painfully m*****ing her most sensitive feminine parts with his dastardly wooden tool. The putrid salvia.