It was easy to wire up because my room had a vent near the one to her room. It was easy. I was ready.So, on Friday night, the girls were all downstair...s, I was in my room, everything working perfectly, her room clearly visible on my laptop which was also recording everything onto my hard drive. I had closed my door and turned my light off so they would think I was asleep.It was about eleven-thirty when I heard them all coming up the stairs, then watched my computer screen as they all filed into. ”Looking at the notes, Ed searched his memory trying to recall that area a little more clearly. He replied, “I want you to go back out there and survey that area down to a ten-meter resolution. There were traces of quartz in that area and perhaps they can make a profit off it.”“Okay. You’re the boss.”No matter how many times Ed had tried to get Terry to quit viewing him as a boss, he was meeting with significant resistance to that idea. Ed shook his head and said, “How many times do I have to. Then it happened. It wasn't earth shattering or blinding. My toes didn't curl and I didn't scream out with pleasure, but I did have an orgasm. I wanted to downplay it, to minimize the effect and suppressed the moan that stuck in my throat. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he gave me pleasure from his rape.A million things ran through my mind as I slowly came down from my high. A few smaller spasms gave me a cold chill as he continued thrusting fast and hard on top of me. As. "Usual rules Beckie. You should know them by heart by now!" "Yes Mr Davies," came the muffled voice. She must have buried her face in her arms. The canning took five minutes. The blows were landed precisely and rhythmically in a slow continuous manner At first Beckie barely reacted bar a shaking of her body with the impact of each stroke but gradually her ?humphs? on each blow gave way to grunts and then to cries. The poor girl's backside was layered with neat red tramlines. They looked somehow.