I quickly shaved, got dressed and went upstairs. Just as I got upstairs, I heard Mom pull in the garage. I went in the bedroom to make the bed and to ...see how much the room smelled like sex. Since the windows were open, it wasn't too bad. The sheets were a little stinky but not too bad. I went into the kitchen and greeted Mom. She asked if I slept well."I had a little trouble getting to sleep but once I did I slept like a baby." She asked how Carrie slept and I told her with a grin, "I don't. " She pushed him toward the desks and made him sit. She got on her knees and looked up at him, a teasingly innocent expression on her face.“I want to see it... please?" her voice alone was enough to almost set him off. John swallowed hard and nodded his head. Instantly Katie was at his waist, taking off his belt in one swift action, undoing his fly and button with speed and precision. She was obviously not new to this. As soon as she had undone his fly, his massive erection fell out, almost. . the mysteries.No one in sight. "Hello-o-o! Anybody there?" No answer. Wait -- was that a push-button on one side of the doorpost? He pressed it, and a muted chime sounded somewhere in the distance. With a loud buzz-and-click the gate unlocked.A painstakingly maintained cobblestone road led through a cluster of low buildings. The one marked "Administration" seemed a likely candidate for a place to ask directions. He swung the gleaming brass knocker on a massive wooden door."Welcome. Come on. I nudged the mouse, and the computer screen came to life showing a Windows desktop littered with folders. So much for physical security. I scanned the desktop folders and found one named “Cam Shots.” Could he have made it any easier?I opened the folder and found it littered with sub-folders, each named for a different woman. It seemed that Marcel was meticulous and well-organized. I took a USB thumb drive off my keychain and inserted it into an open slot on the front of his computer and dragged.