He got up and looked around to see that the room empty.Fully alert and alarmed, he randomly grabbed a hairbrush as a weapon buthe dropped it as soon a... he realised how ridiculous he looked."Hey Rachel!" called the voice again.It came from outside. It was a boy's voice. It sounded rather familiarto Charlie. His eyes darted to the open window. The next song on the CDbegan and blared across room. His heart was literally in his throat ashe began to panic. He crawled across the floor, feeling a. I change into a pair of swim shorts while you go into the bathroom to change. You are in there for a few minutes with the door closed, and when you walk out, my jaw nearly hits the floor. You are absolutely gorgeous! You are wearing a little bikini that I haven’t seen before. It fits you perfectly, from the perfect little amount of coverage on the top, to the perfectly tied sides of the bikini bottom. I want to jump on top of you right there, but you tell me that there will be time for that. I remember entering offices of Ellen Turnbul for the first time. It wassuch an impressive looking office building. A four-story refurbishedbuilding that was a half a city block long by half the block behind it.A parking ramp designated for employees or clients of The Turnbulprofessional group was next to the building. The building marquee readThe Turnbul Group, founded by Dr. Ellen Turnbul. I was confused sinceJane said Turnbull was a lawyer not a doctor.When I entered the building, I looked at. The note indicated he had dropped of some stuff in the garage for my husband. My mind instantly started spinning with thoughts of did he see me, did he hear me moaning, or did he just sneak back out. I needed to know so I went and looked at the video I had made.In the video, I could clearly see him peaking through my bedroom door. As he continued to watch I could tell he was rubbing his cock through his short. A few minutes later I could tell he was stroking his cock as he continued to watch..