In fact it was not a virus and I did not do shit. Here again my cock was thinking for me and not my brain. Christ why did I always let this happen to ...e.I sulked around the house waiting until it was time to go to bed. I almost wish that this day had not happened or that I had not gone so far so fast. Why did I get into that hot tub, why did I take pictures of my dick, why, why, why…As the sun set I marched up to my room and crawled into bed. I sneaked a peak out the window at Ms. Smith’s. As we were carrying boxes inside, I watched how my pets looked at me and thought about the looks I had gotten from other women when I took my pets out in public. I had to admit Marian was at least partially right, as other women did seem to look at me differently when I was out in public with my pets. I just didn’t think they would be that eager to jump into bed with me.“Alonso, would you mind if we put up a couple of shelves, and possibly a corner bookcase? I need display space,” Marian said. I want to see the video from behind the counter. That is the one that might give us an answer."I looked at Lucy, who thankfully looked as dumbfounded as I did."I don't think there was a camera behind the counter," I told him."I know for a fact there is," Mark countered. That earned him a funny look from Michelle. He simply laughed it off. "I'm a freak. What can I say?"I rolled my eyes but Mark kept talking."I hacked their network last night," he admitted. "There are two camera feeds. One from. The company had appointed a driver, gardener (both male), cook and housemaid (both female) but after some time we replaced the house maid and we got a housemaid that was a widow with a 3-year baby girl. We let this house maid stay in the servant quarter at the back of our bungalow.All the servants had been more or less our age and we treated them nicely and they could move freely in and around the house.Our kids went to an international school and soon they returned home the dropped all their.