On the screen, in HD, my lovely daughter diddled herself, rubbing up and down slowly on her clit. I could tell she pushed one finger inside. Her hand ...ant flat against her body and she let out a little whimper. I couldn't deny a growing curiosity about what she looked like underneath her panties. Her other hand went up her shirt and she seemed to tweak a nipple as she drove that finger into herself.Then, with two thumbs, she hooked the elastic of her panties and pulled them down to her knees,. “We might have to go to one or two with some of the guys,” I said. “Liz knows and she’ll break it to Jill. Some of these guys remember me from college. I’m hoping we can avoid it but they might want to take us out.”“No,” Brian said, shaking his head. “First off, you’re recognizable as Liz’s boyfriend. I’m not going to be in a picture of you leaving a strip club. You’ll just have to use your charm to convince them that you’re not 19.”“Good point,” I said. “They know why I’m here. I’m Liz’s. "Yes Madam," she said, frostily, backing away to the other side of thekitchen "and who might you be? I've been watching you on the CCTV sinceyou arrived, but you have a key and don't seem like burglars, but just soyou know, I have an alarm panic button here and George the gardener canbe here within two minutes if I push it, and the police will be followingclose behind!" Well," continued Alex, "I don't think there will be any need for that.I'm Alex, and this is Victoria, that is to say, Mrs da. “Right now,” I asked her.“Yes,” she said the blood still boiling out of her mouth. I let her log onto her computer, into her bank account. I gave her my untraceable Cayman account number, she transferred the funds. “There, I held up my end,” Candy told me.“Now it’s my turn,” I said helping her to stand. “Let’s get you back to bed shall we?” I helped into the bed. Made her comfortable, fluffing up her pillows. “What shall I tell Mr. Tortoni?”“We’ll think of something,” she said the pain her eyes.