Stopped…stopped me from...from...seeing…”At this point the aforementioned tears are streaming down Markus’s face, and it doesn’t take a geni...us to know what he meant. The guys are so riveted by this short outburst that they give Markus his space, looking at the vulnerable Tiffany in a new light. Suddenly, defying all logical explanations, they begin unbuckling their pants, literal hate boners popping up through their underwear. Markus sees that he has managed to do something and smiles to. " Really, Mr. Hughes, isn't that a little, ah, immature." No. She was on a billboard advertising the BMW that you were driving when you took off for the turnpike back in Jersey. How did you get away?" Ah, a mnemonic device. Very clever," he concluded. "I got away the same way you did - I switched cars and identities." I know more about you Mr. Hughes, or should I just call you 'Jamison, ' than you probably know about yourself. Enough chitchat, we don't have much time. Come stand on this side on. It all turned me on to a degree I had never felt and I looked forward to our in person meeting that he promised would happen within a few weeks. Roughly 2 weeks later, I was told to rent a room at a Motel 6 that was half way between where he and I lived. I drove to the motel excited as hell, while extremely nervous, also. He told me what color stockings to wear, garter and that I be clean and ready to fuck. After checking in, showering and douching, I waited anxiously for his call. The room. We were supplying afree supply of milk that didn't cost them anything! I learned that theother carted individuals were similar to me, lone guys who had gottenwhat they thought were cushy jobs but soon found themselves in thisalmost surreal state! Carol had a small group of rich lady friends whoenjoyed being dominant and this was a way to keep unruly little 'maids'in line if they ever decided to put up a fuss about their home or'housewife' duties or domestic situation. And believe me it was.