Ms. B isn’t the only one with a key to the Condo. I glanced up from the window and could see the rooftop garden. Hang in there, Cinnamon. Help is on...the way.I’d been through this before. Dag and I went through every move when he rescued me from the Condo and analyzed what went wrong and what went right. The one thing I learned was to call for backup. I dialed Jordan’s number.“She’s unbalanced,” I said, “so it’s possibly a credible threat. I can’t imagine that Cinnamon couldn’t fight her off if. "OK!" I said, "Let's go in the playroom!" (The playroom was a downstairsbedroom with two double beds pushed together and the frames fastened to eachother where we "Played"!)"No Honey, we can do it right here. Just pull up my skirt and drop your pantsand we can do it sort of doggy style."Usually we took our clothes off and got on a bed, or a couch, or a chair, oreven the floor, but always with our clothes off. At least so far! I had neverdone it it with our clothes on, or standing up."Uh, OK.. Rachel stopped, halfway out of the booth's doorway, her right nylon-covered leg still inside, her toe pointing inward, "Pardon me forasking, have we met before? You seem awfully familiar."With a grin on his face, he replied, "No, I don't think so. I certainlywould have remembered someone so attractive." He lied. They've metbefore, just not in this form. He certainly didn't look like this thelast time they met, last week when he picked her up at the pub."Besides, my wife Renee would probably. Maybe it will shrink back to the way it was." I said. Jem then looked at me. "My exam! I have to go!" And then she was up on her feet grabbing her clothes. "Jem I-shit I think I have sweatpants." We were both embarrassed to admit that her cock was still pointed directly at me, no matter where I moved. Honestly it spooked me. I rushed to get her some sweatpants. They were baggy on me but were capri's to her. "Ok! Ok!" she growled, frustrated. She moved to grab the rest of her things with her.