From the back of my mind I remembered that my boss had told me he would have someone drop off a prototype I needed for my project. I work from home an... had forgotten. But here was Jake. In my house. IN MY ROOM! Filming me! WTF? In my house? How long had he been there? "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" I asked. Jack pinched his fingers on his screen and I realized he was zooming in either on the screen or on my cock. "Dude! What the fuck?" I yelled as I scrambled to ex out of the video. .. and held my hands up ... I went to the bathroom and lost everything in my stomach. She stood over me and tried to help but I pushed her away and said don’t touch me. It’s the first time in all these years I’ve ever said anything like that to her. She fled to the other room as fast as she could limp that way. When I returned, she was just staring ... I said is that all? She said I wish it was ... He looked at me and said AND? Her tears flowed freely now ... she could barely talk ... she said. You are wonderful!" Nicky replied. "What else?" Is there a spa or something that fixes your hair, paints your nails and all that stuff, near our home in New York?" Of course. What color are you thinking of having your nails done?" she quipped as she giggled in her mind."Would you call them and reserve it for sixteen full treatments for next Saturday morning. Rent the whole place for the day if necessary. Just make sure everyone is taken care of," I told her."I'll try, but you really should have. Of course, that was after some introductions. Once that was done, I extracted Michael. He would have plenty of time to explain things in detail later.I said, "I hate to interrupt but I really need to talk to you."Michael nodded, and after giving his wife and daughter another hug each he followed me to the other end of the room.Sally, Steven, Meg, and Mr. Gilman all gathered around Katherine and Jenna, trying to answer other questions they had. Dr. Livingston kept his distance, not sure if they.