Your parents are back!” I screamed at her trying to push her off me. Still she pumped and sucked me. I heard the front door and was getting frantic,...still she wouldn’t stop. Finally she let go, I hastily grabbed my boxers and jeans and tried, desperately, hopping on one leg then the other, to put them on as I could hear footsteps coming down the hall. I managed to get my jeans button done up but not the zip. I threw myself onto the chair, in front of Dan’s P.C. pushed my legs under the table. “She sounds pretty adamant that she doesn’t want to be found, Rand,” she pointed out. “Are you sure you want to do that?”“What do you suggest then?” I asked. “I just found this girl and she gives me a Dear John letter telling me that I deserve better? If better exists, I don’t want it! I want her!”“Okay, I get it,” she said and sighed. “I’ll give you the number, but I strongly recommend you wait and see how it plays out.”I wrote down the name and number and we talked some more about it. She. "What do you want of me?" I asked"You will become Emma and perform for me tonight and if you do so I willlet you go!" he said. "Now get dressed in the items I've left out in thebathroom. You have an hour."He left the room and locked it solidly. I was torn, I didn't want this butI was also incredibly turned on. I also didn't want any of my photosgetting out. I went to the bathroom and found a pile of clothing, it was amaids uniform, white stockings, black patent skyscraper heels and on theshelf. He urged his wife to break the ice with a grunt and then a cough. Her shoulders slumped and then her breaths became short and agitated. She should’ve never married a man with poor social skills. ‘So, why did he leave you Miranda?’ ‘He?’ Miranda wondered, scanning the social rolodex in her mind. She wondered who Jackson’s mother was talking about. Jackson was the only male lover that Miranda had ever been with. ‘Your ex Miranda, what was his name? Skyler, I think.’ ‘Oh, Skyler,’ Miranda.