“It is.” He grinned “but I have an idea. Follow me gentlemen, let’s talk business.” He led us into the back room. We left the naked Kayleigh in her dream like state napping on the floor of the store. “I will have all of this equipment installed in your home. So that we can document every second of what goes on, for your viewing pleasure of course. I have high definition cameras for each room and bathroom, microphones that you and Kayleigh can wear, and higher definition recorders that can be installed in every corner of the house.” He grinned “Well that’s fantastic bud, but we can’t afford all this. I mean we’re happy to let you come and go any time and have your fun with Kayleigh, if that’s what you want.” “Well that’s to be assumed.” He laughed “but this is more than pleasure, its business. After all, this is tens of thousands of dollars of equipment, I need to make my money back.” “How do you plan to do that from installing videos in our house?” Vlad asked He again flashed a devilish grin before turning on the largest computer monitor. He brought up an encrypted browser and typed amateur in a long link by memory. It led us to an elaborate and well-designed web site. There were several live streams. We looked at them, there were several streams grouped into categories. He led us through the website. “Now boys, you understand that not a word of this to anyone outside this room.” Mr. Dudley looked in awe and curiousity at the screen “Of course not bud. You know our deepest secret, let’s see yours.” He led us through this site that he created. I saw several categories: “Honey how does this look?”, this was a group of live streams set up in women’s change rooms, stratified by various shopping centers, colleges and high schools. “Live with her” where a variety of live streams were set up in girl’s bedrooms without them knowing. “I’m indian a dirty girl.” where the same thing was set up in women’s showers, both public and private. There were several categories similar to this, all with the same theme. He even showed us one called “Watch her poop!” where toilet cameras were set up in ladies washrooms and private bathrooms. He laughed “that one is particularly popular, there are some sicko’s out there.” I looked at him in awe. My voyeur fetish was beginning to take over. “You mean you’re spying on all of these different women without them knowing.” “Of course, that’s what makes it fun.” He laughed. “and not just me, but anyone that pays for the site. And trust me, men out there pay big money for this shit. How do you think I make a living? It sure isn’t by selling spy equipment.” He laughed “I may not look it but this site has made me a well-off man.” “How have the cops not stepped in?” Mr. Dudley asked incredulously “Please, this is not your run of the mill internet. It is highly encrypted. He filled me so completely. “Oh, that?” Sheila smiled. My hymen. They took it for a couple of minutes and then during the next ad on the boob tube, Bill made his way up the stairs to impose some more silent order on things upstairs. My little panties grew wet. “Oh my fuckkkkk” was all she said before a orgasm racked her body both guys grabbed her and exploded huge volumes of cum deep in her. While they were very excited for amateur us, they were also disappointed that they couldn’t be beside us when we did it. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. I slid my hand up and squeezed her small breast. But judging from the caresses from both women, they were fine, and so was I. My hormones, my male instinct, desire, taking over; pushing logic out. I recently moved to my new house, its small but mine and i love it. He wasn’t being shy about gawking at my naked body. hours. Noticed. For that indian matter, all of you get some fucking clothes on! "Very good sis, but you forgot to mention which hole you want it in. You'll have to beg me again if you really want it." To erase memories? Abuse of power???Part 2/2 Working together, we all carried the children to the backyard to continue their playing. After only a minute or two of struggling, Stridey's movements became far weaker and his eyes closed, allowing the tentacle in his mouth to push deeper.