Other than dealing with Tiger’s jealousy I slept great.At six thirty in the morning I explained, “I’m going for a bike ride. Would you rather go... home first?”“No, absolutely not,” she demanded.“Are you sure, I’ll be gone about two hours?” I asked.“I’m fine. I’ll just take a look at the other communication pieces.” she said.“Okay, if you are sure,” I said.I rode the bike on a modified version of my normal morning work out. When I got back she had piggie backed our audio signals with the nanny. Control yourself. Besides, it'll get plenty of attention at Uncle Ted's today!” she thought. Ted. What to do about him...that stuff on the USB stick! Phew! When she had finally some time to herself, she had had a good look at what was on it. At his house, she'd only had a quick look. Lots of numbered folders,containing pictures of naked and semi naked women, of all ages. Nothing too hard core. Harmless enough.Yesterday, she'd seen that there was just one file that was different, labelled with 2. ‘Damn girl you been busy. Does your man know you got theses brothers on lock?’ Throwing up both hands, Tyrone announced, ‘I’m gone. I’m leaving. See you around Shia. Oh, tell my girls I can’t wait to see them.’ Then he walked. ‘Mrs. Brighton, don’t leave. I’m calling the police.’ So Shia waited, and the police arrived. They escorted her to her car and made sure no one followed her as she drove away. Tyrone parked down the street from the store. Shia thought she could marry some other man. She. Fine, we have a deal, I gasped, my body shivering as an orgasm rolled through me and I clutched the back of the chair for support. I could feel something growing, hardening, pressing against my skirt. I looked down to see a tent form at my crotch, pushing out the fabric of the skirt. A small shudder when through my body as the head of my cock was rubbing pleasantly at the fabric of the skirt. I lifted it up and there it was, hard, throbbing, extending out from my clit. It was my clit,.