I started driving into her with slow, hard strokes. Each time I slammed into her ass, she cried out a little.My left hand went from her clit to her ti...tties and back again. She tried to spread her legs for more stability, but her jeans and panties were still caught above her knees. I slammed into her again, forcing her off her feet. She leaned forward over the back of the chair. My right hand pulled at her hair as I kept fucking her."Harder," she pleaded. "Fuck me harder!"I sped up. I slammed. Little did I know my every move was being monitored by that clock.My brother had a mentor, down in the flat downstairs, a single man where he and his friends hung out. He was a retired IT guy and he had all this electronic stuff like games they played and the VR car racing. Mother thought noting about him and his friends hanging out there, and as I did not know then, it was him who gave the clock to me, only my naive brother did not know either, that the clock was a spy cam clock, and it was. Anyway, she eventully took her top off, as I just stared in disbelief. I really couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Then, she took off her bra, and helped me off with my shirt. She took my hands and led them to her perfect breasts, rounded and firm, but soft and warm, with perfect little nipples that hardened quickly when touched. I caressed her breasts for a long time as we kissed, then I finally got up the nerve to lick and suck on her nipples. After I did that for a while, which was. Had it not been her own Lukas or a fight in which she personally stood to lose all, it would have been a pleasure to observe such skill. Lukas feinted right, but Kiefer was prepared, and slashed at him, his blade drawing the first blood on Lukas’ arm. Clara gasped in horror, then reminded herself that she must be quiet and wait for her opportunity without drawing attention to herself. The wound on Lukas’ arm was shallow, and she could have it healed in a moment once she was able to lay hands.