There was no internet there.In that folder, there were my nude pictures and selfies and masturbation videos. The thought of them watching my videos an... pictures gave me a mini heart attack. I was out of breath but continued to walk towards the room. I stopped and started to hear those sounds.It was my videos where I was moaning while masturbating. My God, I went numb at that moment. I was not getting anything in the brain about what to do next. I thought of going downstairs. But the fear and. . dainty little things, slender legs, muscles that ripple and bunch as she moves, knees that knock only slightly with every step and skin... bronzed skin, that gleams with a lustre stolen from the sun, glides over her body as it tries to contain all that she is in that instant. Midnight tresses, shimmering and silken, dance about her jaw as the wind picks it up and runs it through his teasing fingers, snatching it back from her brow one moment only to throw it forward the next, flicking it up. She slapped him a couple times morein regular intervals and, as she began to feel her first orgasm coming, thoseslaps become very frequent and much stronger. She placed her left hand on hischest to keep her balance, leaned a little forward and, while still ridinghim hard, slapped his face ten times, furiously. As she rocked her body inan intense orgasm, her nails dug right into his chest skin and made coupleof nasty bruises. She needed a couple of moment to gather her senses and come out of. " Abruptly she dropped the outraged mother routine as she realized her state of undress. She pressed her breasts into the back of the chair, pushing her cleavage into a deep valley. "Get out of here this instant! I'm not even dressed!"That reminded Keith of his purpose. "Dressed? That's why I'm here. You told Reuben to make me button my shirt, didn't you? How do you like this?" He quickly undid the buttons of his pajama tops and flung the shirt aside."What are you talking about?" Shirley.