The observing came to a stop when my son looked up.“Oh shit Mom, you were supposed to be at work!” He yelled as he desperately tried to pull his ...ants up. His girlfriend was scrambling for her bra and shirt. “Relax” I told them, “you are not in trouble.” I told the girlfriend to put her shirt back on and go home, I would not be telling her parents this time. I then turned to my son, whose cock was still rock hard and standing straight up. I started with the lecture of how to be safe and. He sat up against the bed, secured arm and foot, his tiny cock now soft laying in a small puddle of cum on top of his balls. He hadn’t said a word, but he was grinning a grin he could not stop. I picked up my phone and made a call. Knowing my husband could hear my side of the conversation. “Hello. I spoke to my husband and he wants you to have me, he wants you to fuck me, he even wants to watch. Can you come over now? Oh that is good to hear. I really need you. I am so wet and excited for your. To find out what they were saying, I went to the extent of getting spy equipment such as a hidden microphone put invisibly in the house's eaves ouside, and because I couldn't always be listening, I got masses of blank tapes and left a machine to record the voices of passers by. I discovered both revealing and confusing evidence. Samples of what I heard on playback were a girl asking some other nasty little tart, "So Colin and Ron are gonna smell her arse, are they?"I also heard that blonde. .. much to the relief of the Bobby ... a hundred pounds was six years wages but he had official duties. Using the same agency, the Huntly's paid fifteen hundred pounds Sterling for a one year lease on a nicely furnished and staffed home in Saint James Terrace over looking Regents Park.Over the next few weeks, the Huntly's were seen everywhere ... never pushy or ... as the Lords voiced it, "coming," they were as much at home with Molly the fish seller as they were at the theater or opera. They.