I guarantee that when it is all over we will all be a lot closer." I hope you're right," Ana said. "So where do we start?" Well," Lana said, "First we...find that camera, and since this will require a lot of computer know how, Hannah will be in charge." There," Hannah said after just a minute of studying the wall and ceiling in front of their bed. "The air vent on the ceiling. I can just make out something sticking out of it."After fishing out the camera, Hannah, the true electronic and computer. I wanted the pain, and I pushed back, impaling myself several more inches onto him. It was too much. Tears filled my eyes as his huge cock filled my tiny, virgin ass. I reached up with my free hand and pinched my own nipple, which prompted him to reach up and start pinching the other. With my ass throbbing, and his cock throbbing inside of me, I reached over to his hand to pinch his fingers much tighter on that nipple. I let out a little high-pitched yelp. I was completely helpless as his half. I took out my tools, I brought my laptop into the house, I removed two half completed novels, three porn magazines and my personal papers. I left the spy cam hooked up.I'd installed the cam and a silent alarm a few months ago when there was a wave of neighborhood break-ins. I had remembered to disable the alarm but hadn't unhooked the cam. It was concealed in the ceiling, it was easy to forget. I didn't forget.Every woman on my wife's side of the family is attractive. Katie, her sister's oldest. I sat against the edge of the dressing table, Martin sank into an armchair and Martin lay on the bed.“So what was this bet?” I asked.“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in Ian’s direction.“Number one,” he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”“£10, that’s all you think I’m worth”.“Come on, stockings or tights?”I love.