TBaby/Emily/Second Friday Morning

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When you wake up, it takes a while before you realise that there is something digging into your back. You roll over and pick up the vibrator that you used to get yourself off before you went to sleep. At that moment Veronica comes into the bedroom. "What's at Mummy," she says.

"Oh! erm, that's Mummy's toy," you say as she crawls up into the bed beside you.

"Is it a willy," she says with a giggle.

"Erm," you desperately try to think of a sensible answer. "Erm, it's like a toy willy," you say. You're still sitting up in bed, holding it in front of you and you go to put it back in the drawer where it lives.

"Mummy show," Veronica demands. On the one hand, you know that you should distract her with something else, but on the other, the thought of your little girl playing with a penis-shaped vibrator sends a tingling sensation down between your legs. It's not as if she can tell anyone, you think.

You hold it out towards her and she gets hold of it with both hands to examine it closely. Before you can say anything, she's opened her mouth and sucked the end of it. "Did you do that with Jason," you ask, shocked and excited at the thought.

She takes it out of her mouth and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "Jason squirt yucky stuff," she says.

"Jason's a naughty boy," you say. "Did you do anything else with it," you ask. She looks puzzled and shakes her head. She puts the vibrator down on the bed and put her hand down between her legs to rub her pussy. As you look at the rubber cock only inches away from her pussy you get an overwhelming urge. "If I twist this little knob…" You turn it to position one and it starts to hum quietly. "And then you hold it against yourself like this…" You press the vibrating tip against her clit.

"Mummy!" She exclaims, jumping back.

"It's okay," you say. "Why don't you try it for yourself." You push it closer to her and your free hand is between your own legs, massaging your own clit.

She catches hold of it with both hands and pulls it against her pussy. "It tickles," she says with a big beaming smile.

"You could try it on Mummy if you like," you say.

"I need a wee," she announces and climbs off the bed. You follow her into the bathroom and watch as she drags step over so that she can climb up onto the toilet. She sits down with her legs spread wide and pisses a long stream. She drags the step back so that she can climb up and clean her teeth and then toddles off back to her bedroom while you have a quick shower and get ready for work.

Working in a call centre is pretty boring and not very well paid, but it is easy, and with Veronica in the subsidised creche, there's usually a little bit left over each month to go in the savings. On sunny days, you usually take your sandwich into the park, but today it's raining, so you go to the shopping mall down the road where you can sit in the atrium and watch the people. There's a shop there that sells second-hand electronic gadgets. The window is full of mobile phones, tablets and laptops and that's where you bought the nannycam that you been using to spy on Jason and Veronica.

You thought about last night's little show and realised that something went on that you missed and you wonder if your finances would stretch to buying a second camera, so you go into the shop. There are two men behind the counter, one is about your age, with greasy hair trying to sell an expensive mobile phone to someone who clearly hasn't got a clue what he's talking about. The other man is much older, with grey hair and a friendly smile. You explain that you want a camera to record what the babysitter does while you're out and he remembers selling you the original nannycam. "It works fine," you say, "but I can only put it in one room."

"Your daughter is three," he asks, and when you tell him yes (wondering why he wants to know), he goes out to the back of the shop to get a box with an assortment of small items inside. "Do you have Wi-Fi," he asks. You explain that there is one router for the whole block of flats and that while it runs pretty slowly some evenings, it's fairly adequate most of the time. The box he bought in, has four small cameras inside. These little cameras are easy to hide and run on batteries. You connect them to your laptop through the Internet so you can easily see what the babysitter gets up to.

Your first thought is that it's going to be far too expensive, but when he tells you the price you're quite amazed. "What about the batteries," you ask and he explains that they are rechargeable and all you have to do is put the little cameras into a charging station once a week.



Back home, you spend ages looking for places to hide the cameras and then realise you need to charge them all up first. There are loads of instructions in about fourteen different languages, but by the end of the weekend, you have them all working. You leave the nannycam in Veronica's bedroom and put two of the new cameras in the sitting room and two in your bedroom. It's rather strange watching a recording of yourself playing with Ronnie, but you're pretty confident that whatever Jason gets up to you will know about it.