“It's not inconspicuous, like a spy camera, more to let a babysitter know you might be watching."She thought about when she was, Candy, the babysitt...r, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. "Those days have past," she said. Like she would let her husband near a babysitter. "Not that my youngest needs it anymore, but the older kids are my live-in babysitters." All right, but if you change my mind—" He paused. "I'm not supposed offer this, but if you don't tell my boss, I could come and. He had big balls and loved them sucked. She licked them first then took them one at a time into her mouth and sucked them hard. He kept her sucking his balls till his cock was hard again. He then took her to the bed and bent her over it with her legs spread wide. He rubbed her ass and then her ass hole and then down to her cunt. He pushed three fingers in her cunt and began to fuck her hard. She came fast for him and covered his fingers with cum. He then moved his fingers to her ass and shoved. “That’s the first nail in that asshole’s coffin,” I said.“In his jail cell at least,” Joan said.Jail cells don’t have nails. Never mind,” I said. I seemed calm but I was jumping up and down inside when I called Gray. Since I had to use his open number, I made the call from my open phone.“Gray, did I wake you?” I asked knowing he was at his desk.“Fuck you Ed,” he said. “What can I do for you.”The narrative took only three or four minutes. At the end of my tale he asked, “What do you need?”“I. I am stroking Michael's hair as he kneels between my legs, my strap on cock still wet with his saliva, inches from his lips. There is a knock on our bedroom door jam – the door is open. We both look up and see Bruce who is standing there with a wide grin on his face. I return his smile and say, "Come on in, Bruce!" Bruce's muscular frame fills the doorway. "Surprise!" I say. Michael's face is flushed with embarrassment. "Well, hello, Bruce, welcome to our home!" I say. Michael is kneeling,.