He probably would laugh, knowing you had it. Just don’t let your parents find it.” I reached out slowly to take the magazine from her and she look...d up at me. Her blouse was undone to the point that her bra cups were nearly completely visible and she made no effort to hide them, even when she noticed me looking down her shirt. Instead, she stood up slowly and turned toward Gramps’ workbench. “You probably need to go get a shower before we eat, Bryan. And take your time.”I did not say a thing, I. I opened the door and she walked in, she was wearing a Terry cloth cover up and it wasn't tied. As she walked it opened enough to show she was naked under it. I asked her why she came up here. She said to stop you from jerking off you pervert. She went to my unpacked suitcase and opened it. Since she had packed our bags she had included my shortest chastity device. Stook took it out and said come here to me. My little guy was still rock hard from watching all the fucking she had just done.. He didn't have a clue.But, he wasn't willing to forget about it. Armed with a video camera, he was following the only lead he had, hoping that he wasn't too late. It was eleven fifteen. The week before, Jenny Woodmoore had told Frank to meet her at eleven o'clock, when the photography club planned to get together. Frank had no idea if these meetings occurred every week at the same time, or even on the same day for that matter, but he was willing to find out. If anything, the trip would occupy. Lynn was thrilled with the house and estate. She marveled at both the size (six times the floor space of her previous house) and the luxuriousness of the furnishings. It was all like a dream as she met the servants and groundskeepers who would see to her every need.She and Denise discussed plans for the wedding. Lynn would have been satisfied with a private ceremony with just the two of them, but she knew how much it meant to Denise and so she excitedly planned the guest list with her mistress..