. ?”“This?” said David holding up the camera. “I was searching for my shirt at your place the other night and came across the one you had hidd...n in your mom’s bedroom. She wouldn’t tell me anything, but I kept wondering why you would plant a camera in your own bedroom and then I began to wonder, if you planted one there, what about in Kyle’s and Larry’s houses. So I went over there and, ... know what?”Kyle and Larry stepped through the doorway each holding one of the spy camera/microphone. ”“Uh, yeah,” Jack answered nearly dropping the carton of milk.Watching her father, she realized that he wasn’t that good at showing his emotions. From what she had heard while they were in the room, it was obvious that he had been very pleased with the surprise. She wondered why she had never noticed that before now. Feeling a little sad by the years of misunderstanding, she said, “I’m happy now.”“Good,” he answered wondering what had provoked that comment.Knowing that he had no idea what she. Mark tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and returned to his side of the desk. He sat down and resumed his position as a responsible Personnel Manager and told them to tidy themselves up. He watched as they did so in a robotic fashion and when he was satisfied that once again they looked presentable he snapped his fingers.Sally and Gerald resumed their seats and looked on contentedly as Mark slipped the forms into a folder. He satisfied himself that all formalities had been. Now I should mention that firstly, she wasn't being racist. She was just talking dirty to me. I should also mention that this was not the first time I'd had his dick in my mouth, but it was going to be the first time that she wasn't going to be in the same room, so it felt strange."Do I *have* to?" I asked. "Of course you do, silly peasant." she replied with a smile. "Will I get to serve her Majesty?" I asked, playing my character. "Perhaps." she answered with a wink, turning to return to.