Do not let us down.” The black man winked and turned to leave the room with the white man. Emma slowly walked to the table and opened the envelope. ...She pulled out a series of digitally modified pictures. Her head had been superimposed on a series of pornographic pictures. The girl’s body in the photo was clad in some form of leather harness. Straps and buckles seemed to run everywhere. It looked dreadfully uncomfortable. Emma had not seen anything like it before. She opened the letter that. "Where have you been for six weeks? Why didn't you call?" Ma, you knew where I was and you had my cell phone number. You could've called me," Travis softly replied.His mother cocked her head towards the kitchen and rolled her eyes in the same direction. Travis caught the inference and nodded his understanding. He watched his mother's face change to wonder as she caught sight of Anya standing patiently behind him."Hello," his mother offered her hand to Anya. "Travis, why didn't you let me know. ”I slid off the short skirt, started the truck and began to drive home. I had just turned onto my street when my cell beeped again.“Pic?”Before I had a chance to respond, she sent me another text. “Put on g-string.”I fumbled around for a minute or two looking for the discarded scrap of fabric before I finally found it between the seats. It didn’t take long for my cock to respond to the soft lace of the undergarment and was soon rock hard and throbbing in my lap. I took another picture and sent. You’ve resorted to wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and a loose fitting crop top with no bra underneath, as you wait for your boyfriend John to return from the store. He went out a few minutes ago to pick up some snacks for the two of you to pig out on while you watch TV and enjoy the time you both have off.Suddenly you hear a knock at the door. You hesitate for a moment, confused. “He must have locked it behind him by accident,” you think to yourself out loud. You hop up off the.