'They' own that damn building. Installing bugs from one end to the other was both safe and a piece of cake. Now, I know you're skeptical, but if you s...till don't believe you are monitored around the clock, I'll bring you a floppy disk tomorrow with pictures of Sally with her nose in my cunt." But, Darla," I protested, "I'm no threat. Why would they want to bug me?" Oh, just a lot of reasons," she answered. 'Suppose, for example, you get suspicious about who you really work for. That would be. "What's strange?" she demanded when I opened my side and sat down."The only people I ever heard putting real gold trim on their cars were drug dealers or pimps," I made up."Well, he wasn't either of those," she said while thinking I may be right."You still up for pizza? Or would you rather do something else?" I said, flashing my smile."Oh, I don't know... Lets go in the direction of the pizza place, then if something catches my eye, I'll let you know." All right," I said, sharply cutting off. For the first time in her life my wife, who always prided herself on being in control of every situation she was in, she was resigned to submission to someone else. She had lost. Dean had won. For a brief moment she said, he was in control of her fate – and her body – and it kind of turned her on. She looked at Susan and Kyle and they both rolled their eyes. Not much they could do to help her obviously.My wife stood up. She nervously slipped her fingers underneath the thin strips of elastic in. Investigating the noises I heard led me to my sister's room. Her door was closed but I could hear Cheryl moaning loudly as she played with herself. My cock grew hard when I heard her call out, "Good puppy lick my ass. Oh yes, Zippy, mount me make me your hot little bitch. Get that knob inside of me." Running back to my room I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I found my ears and put them on and wrapped a belt around my waist and attached my tail to it. Slowly I opened her door and saw her.