"Put them on", he demanded. The other guy was now stood behind me and reached over and pulled my sweatshirt up to reveal my lace corset, " you dirty ...slut! put the heels on".My heart felt like it was going to punch through my chest I was so aroused, I flet my cock stiffening, I unbuttoned my trousers and lowered them to my ankles exposing my stockinged legs, "oh you are a dirty slut" the first guy blurted out.I removed my sweatshirt and slipped my feet in to my heels, I was now stood in a. I had to get away.I needed space. I needed time to think.So after he went to work, I packed a week's worth of clothes and left.He texted me each night before he went to bed. I didn't respond. Icouldn't. I kept thinking that the Aaron I knew was gone. And thisimposter was trying to move into his place.On Friday night, I was checking my social media when I saw a post fromAaron. In the picture staring back at me was a woman who looked a lotlike Aaron's sister Emily, and another girl. A much. So I wanted to see what you wanted to do. If you sell her, you will just have to tell people that she is away at your sister's house or something to make up an excuse for her being gone," he said."I would get thirty thousand dollars for her… in cash?" Hilda said."That's what we agreed on - thirty percent," Mr. Johnson said."Sell her! Sell her before this guy changes his mind!" Hilda said without hesitation. "If he is willing to buy her, then I won't have to feed her or clothe her or anything.. .. there is another ... his scent is with you. You’ve been with that friend of yours yesterday but there someone else.”“No, there isn’t anyone else,” Liz said quickly.“Oh yes there is. And your body has a great desire for him, for him to be your mate. You crave him ... who is he?” Patrick yelled.Just then the door burst open and Jeff entered. Patrick leapt from his position by Liz and flew to the window. “GET OUT,” Jeff yelled.“It’s no matter ... I have his scent. I’ll just have to hunt him,”.