He had created a MySpace page for the church and the youth group, and his own personal page was used to post videos and announcements for the group’...s upcoming activities. It was certainly easier to post a bulletin to all the kids in his class than to call or mail all of them, so he was grateful for the new technology. Sometimes he explored the pages of his students out of curiosity and got a headache from all the glittery flashing displays and auto-playing music, but it was a good way to keep. When I was on my way out the door to get into the limo waiting for us, Vicki, the new chauffer, patted me down until she found my pistol in a waist holster. She whispered, "I'm also a Dai-trained bodyguard. Donte told me that you carried and were proficient. You're supposed to go to the range this weekend too. FYI, Brad I speak fluent Japanese and two dialects of Chinese if you need a translator. I'm the product of a Japanese mother and an American father who were in the Diplomatic Corps. I. We spent plenty of nights together in the tub, just the two of us.”“Gonna be honest, not sure how to take that news right now.” Mike pulled a shirt over his head. “I’ll see you later.”“Stop out in the garden,” Naia told him. “I would love the company.”“Can do.” Mike left his room, walking silently down the long hall. He pondered every closed door he walked past, seeing each as an inevitable trap. What was hiding here, behind these quiet doors? Eventually, he would open them all, checking each. The dog was already sniffing between her open legs and Susans eyes were glued to what was happening. After thirty seconds or so the dog was licking away and Jasmin was holding herself open to allow him better access. As we watched I noticed Susans breathing changing and I glanced to see her touching herself in front by her pussy. She finally said, my god, you can see everything from up here, what is she doing? Susan was almost panting as she spoke. It was clear to me she had never seen her.