You're to be a relatively placid administrator. Not a hectoring foreman."I laughed. "I'm not certain I'm either of those." Well, we'll see tomorrow. I... a few hours you'll have the dinner test." Oh, dear! And I didn't bring my medal, nor my Navy uniform." Let's stroll back. You'll have two hours before they pick us up." Right."I thought a bit about having to do an extemporaneous song-and-dance, and decided that it really was okay. I was being parachuted in on these blokes. They needed to know. ..well, that man would be set up with willing partners for life.Dave wasn't the best looking guy, but he loved it when a plan cametogether.It was that commercial that set the gears in motion, and lead Dave to buysome descent clothes at the mall, call the 800 number and enroll. It wasthat commercial that lead Dave into that acrid cloud of chemical stenchin which he now found himself, anxious and excited to start his first dayat Beauty School. Sure, it was a little...gay, but means to an. All the while, the cinematic orgy continued to play on the ceiling. I would look up and see a man stroking his stiff cock until the semen spewed out of it; that image was immediately replaced with another one showing a man ejaculating onto the shelf of a black woman’s heavy breasts as she held them up to his shaft. I’d move my gaze over to the image of a woman being fucked silly, her oiled tits bobbing up and down. I’d see a finger plunged into a cunt, a riding crop smacked against an ass cheek. She opened the email attachments again."The little fuck!" she whispered.It was obvious to her now that somehow David had somehow activated the hidden camera in their mother's bedroom. She was sure that the camera wasn't recording when she had sat down on her mother's bed, but somehow that bastard had activated the camera and filmed her masturbating with her mother's vibrator.Maybe the camera was on a timer or had a motion sensor or something! The fact of the matter was; it didn't matter! Her.