She typed away without a problem throughout; clearly, she was good at her job and had gained it on merit. That I had to hand to her.When the day was o...er I packed up my things ready to leave, but noted that Emilia was still at her seat. She was bent over and rubbing the heel of one foot, her face noticeably showing some distress. I saw an opportunity to finally break the ice with her.“Good job today,” I said. I peered down at her shoes as she lightly massaged her heel. “Are you okay?”Emilia. The more I slid in and out, the more her utterances grew primortal. I saw again the couch cushion cram against her lovely mouth, and that moved me to give her more of me .... and all of me. Time suspended itself. I kept on a steady pistoning, ever building, as did a white-hot ball of electricity building deep from within me I’d only been twice before, and that was just moments ago and when I was 12 but this time, the blinding white stars, dots, blobs of green-blue light dancing before my eyes. "Hey!" she said, louder. "Get out, okay? I'm tired." No," I said slowly. "I think I'll stay." What the fuck?" She looked at me oddly. "I said get out. I'm goingto bed."I rose off her bed and started walking towards the door like I wasleaving. "Okay," I said. "I'll just wait until Dad gets home andtell him what you were doing with Todd. Or is he calling himself'Dark Raven' or something these days?"For a second she didn't process what I'd said, and then I saw fear inher eyes. Dad really. It was kind of a fantasy costume ball affair with Megan dressed in sexy gear suitable for various male fantasies like naughty nurse, spanking new school girl, tasty tart, Officer Nasty, sexy sub-Miss, and Fem( Domme) Fatale. Megan was instructed to innocently parade in this gear as if it were as normal as rain. Just being in these suggestive outfits was humiliating enough, but the short skirts and button bursting tops meant Megan could quickly flash pussy and boobs often and effectively and.