“Yes, we can see that,” chuckled the girl. I arched my back and pinched my nipple with my free hand, sucking in a breath with the quick burn. I a...lways did love an audience when I was fucking. “You’re watching me?”“We watch everyone, you never know when someone might need a helping hand. Just like yourself.”“You have a helping hand for my pussy?” I asked, sliding a finger into my pussy, I loved being finger fucked. “That’s a good girl, finger that wet pussy,” she purred into the phone. “We. What forces of the cosmos have drawn so many girls to me and conversely sent me to them. Could it be simple sex? Not really. I guess I have an inner driving force which causes me to come to the aid of females of any age who are in need of my intervention into their calamities. I have the utmost of respect for them and, literally, would give them the shirt off my back to help them. The only reward I seek is to see them better off than when I first encountered them.My reverie was abruptly. The music was one that he had heard on the radio, a lively rap song that made George cringe as he actually listened to the lyrics. Something about putting a whole in a cop’s vest, not the kind of thing that he liked to hear. Sighing, George turned his attention the woman that emerged from behind the curtain. He glanced at her, not letting his eyes land on her too long, just knowing that she wasn’t the one, that is until he let the look of her sink in. He jerked his eyes back to the woman. Oh,. They won’t be the only ones who see your photos and diary. You can either humiliate your daughter or yourself,” he said.I told him that I wouldn’t chicken out but reminded him that I can’t guarantee their reaction.“You need to convince them that it is helping Courtney realize that her behavior is unacceptable and that she should have thought about the possibility before of what would happen when she was caught. You made that case with me many times,” he reminded me I had used those exact words.