Helene calmly walked to her car although her heart was pounding, the next half an hour would be make or break. Helene opened the door of her home and ...walked in. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Although it was morning she walked straight into the kitchen and poured a very large vodka. Helene went to her office and made a disk with the cameras evidence on it. As the pc loaded the video feed onto the disk, she took a drink and a moment to compose herself and straighten her clothes.. He’d have plenty of time to dispose of her then Spencer.He decides to wait resuming his position against the wall, hands folded across his chest. He’d have to see just how skilled the small human is. Besides, he didn’t leave the control room unguarded. With a flick of his wrist the Goji attacking Spencer stops suddenly and refocuses their attention on Samantha. Spencer flashes a quick glance at his partner as he slips through the unlocked door.Samantha ducks under a swipe from one of the much. "Angie. No, what do you mean?" he asked her.She looked up into his eyes and then his eyes followed her eyes down to the big tent in his shorts. She reached out and pushed her open palm into his big bulge and said, "Oh Daddy, this is what I mean. I think you do want to judge our wet t-shirt contest. Come on, Daddy, please," as she gently squeezed his cock."Oh God, Angie, what are you… shit!" he said and then quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.She looked up at him again with those. She jerked.I pulled out and played on the surface.She squirmed and panted a little louder.I rubbed and rubbed her little butterfly pea, and her eyes began to flutter.I got as much fondling and flicking and fingering in as I could before she woke up with a start.She had a look of shock on her face. She looked down at my predatory hands. She looked up at my sheepish face. She looked over the sofa to see my parents in their obliviousness. Then she glanced at me again.With a widening grin.She.