By the time that I get home, I find that Emilie is really worried. I ask, "What's the problem?"

Emilie says, "I took the bus down to the beach. I talked with one of the SEC computer guys, via pay phone. He told me that they're preparing sealed indictments for several people. Possibly they will serve the paper as early as Monday."

I laugh, "By Monday, we'll be long gone."

Emilie asks,"What if they can trace your car?"

I tell Emilie, "I had another car. I sold the other car. I bought the car that you have seen me drive. The car has license plates for the correct make and model, but not for that car. The car was put together by a hot rodder type and there's no title for the car. The hot rodder can't title the car, due to some earlier problems he had with the DMV. As a respectable, adult taxpayer, I can title the car. However, with the hacker problem, I haven't yet had time to do so. Even the feds can't trace the car."

Emilie says, "Okay, I guess that will work. However, things are getting a bit close.

"Not to worry, by tomorrow night, we'll be long gone."

That night, we again use legs over shoulders style, at Emilie's request.

(I think that she wants to be completely dominated, so that she won't lie awake and worry about getting caught.)

Emilie gets on the bed and lies on her back.

I get on the bed and place my lady's legs over my shoulders. I then stick my hard cock into her wet pussy. I support myself with the back of Emilie's legs and I begin to stroke into her pussy. At the same time, I massage Emilie's nipples with my busy fingers.

Emilie isn't completely pinned down and she wiggles her ass, again to change the angle of each of my strokes.

I work Emilie hard and deep. I feel her working hard under me as I stroke into her. I feel the effect of Emilie wiggling her ass and each of my strokes is at a slightly different angle and a little bit different friction. Tonight, I need the fuck to last for long enough to exhaust Emilie. I feel Emilie begin to work up to climax. I continue to stoke and manage to hold back. Emilie begins to clamp down on my driving cock. However, Emilie then climaxes noisily and loses all control. I continue to drive my cock deep into her pussy and I can feel Emilie try to rally. I can again feel Emilie begin to work up to a second climax. I continue to work the lady, through her second climax. By now, Emilie is tiring badly and I follow Emilie into her third and my first climax and then I begin to pump my cum. I hear Emilie sound off a little bit, as she climaxes again. I empty myself and then pull out and dismount. I then lie down beside the lady and tell her, "You were better than ever." However, I think that she's unconscious.

* * *

I'm more worried than excited, but I get on the bed and lie on my back.

Jim gets on the bed, puts my legs over his shoulders and sticks his big cock into my wet pussy. He supports himself with the back of my legs. He begins to stroke his cock into my pussy and also work on my nipples with his fingers.

I'm not pinned down and I wiggle my ass, to add to the experience. The effect is to change the angle of each of Jim's strokes. Jim is working hard as he strokes into me. I feel the effect of my ass wiggling, as each stroke is at a different angle and a little bit different, exciting friction.

I'm caught up in the moment, enjoying the screw and then I can feel myself begin to work up to climax. I clamp down on Jim's driving cock. However, I climax noisily and I lose all control. I feel Jim continue to drive his cock deep into my pussy and I try to respond. I slowly begin to work up to my second climax. I can feel Jim continue to work me. I'm completely caught up in the screw and I can feel myself begin to work up to my second climax. I again clamp down on Jim's driving cock. However, I climax noisily and I lose all control. However, I can feel Jim continue to work me. I'm beginning to tire. I can then feel Jim speed up and we arrive at a shattering joint climax. I'm exhausted and barely aware that Jim begins to pump his cum. I then crash into sleep.

* * *

I wake Friday morning to the alarm, get up and jump in the shower. I gotta get ready to go to work, as usual. I don't want anyone to guess that today is something different for me. I get out of the shower, dry off and then fix some breakfast. Emilie joins me and we have a quick breakfast together. I tell Emilie, "As soon as I can got out of work without arousing suspicion, we're out of here!"

Emily says, "I can't wait to get this escape started."

I tell the lady, "We're getting very close to travel time and we have everything ready, to make the perfect escape." I then finish getting ready, kiss Emilie and I'm out the door.

I get to work, on time, and find the same couple of SEC computer programmer types waiting for me.

I ask the SEC guys, "What's on your schedule for this morning?"

The SEC guys want to try some remote access, apparently from an SEC site somewhere. I tell the guys, "I'll try to set up what you want, but remember that it can't interfere with the normal company operations to any great degree."

We then talk about what it is that they want to try.

Some of what they want is pretty much transparent to company operations. However, some of what they want will definitely impact company operations.

I lecture the SEC guys, "The company wants me to cooperate and I have been doing just that. However, I still have to watch what you're doing. If it gets to the point of real disruption of company computer runs, I'll stop your access and you can arrest me, if you must."

The SEC guys tell me, "Okay, you have cooperated. We do need to do some more things, but we can work out what we need to do, so that there's minimum interference with company operations."

We set up another sequence of tests and everything seems to be within limits.

We run the tests and the SEC guys want to ponder the results. It appears that the analysis will take several hours.

I then go and again talk with the company executives. I tell them, in very general terms what the SEC guys have done, what they want to do and that so far, we're clean. I also point out that I have prevented disruption of the normal company computer operations.

The executives then ask me when the SEC guys will finish up.

I tell then that I don't know, but I'll try to get the information, or at least an estimate.

I do get my pay. I then leave, supposedly to deposit my pay. I have an envelope and I mail the stock certificates to my stock broker, to cover my last short sales. I then ride home. I get my car back from the hot rodder's wife, leave the motorcycle and then I drive back to my apartment and to Emilie.

I tell Emilie that the time has come. I load my suitcases into the car, as Emilie tosses a last few items into one of her suitcases. I then load Emilie's suitcases into the car, Emilie gets in and off we go!

Emilie asks, "You're early, what happened?"

"I got my pay and I ducked out, to deposit my pay. That's the last that they will see of me."

Emilie sighs and says, "For better or worse, we're escaping."

I drive for a bit and then we're at the Otay Mesa border crossing, South of San Diego.

(The Otay Mesa border crossing is mainly intended for commercial use. However, some passenger car traffic does go through the crossing. I do get stopped. The man wants to know, "Where do you go? I tell him, "A weekend of fun, in Mexico." The man asks me, "You have Mexican insurance?" I wave a package that contains good, fake insurance documents (but nothing that the feds can trace.) The man smiles and waves us through.)

Emily sighs and says, "Okay, we have escaped to Mexico. Now what?"

"Under your seat, you'll find an itinerary. You need to get it out."

Emilie reaches down and retrieves the itinerary. She scans the document and says, "We drive down to Mexico City and then, presumably, take an airplane somewhere."

"There are several steps, but if we're careful, we're home free." I find a spot where I can pull off the road and I stop, pull on gloves, get out and change the license plates. I throw the old plates into the bushes, by the side of the road. I get back in the car and drive on.

Emilie asks, "Why change the plates?"

"If the feds are looking for me, they will be looking for a car with the old plates. In Mexico, the old plates will wind up patching the roof of some campesino shack. We now drive down Mexican highway 2D, headed for Mexico City. It would have been safer to drive along US Highway 8, but the feds might be looking for me there."

Emilie sighs, "We get to Mexico City. Then I have a passport in the name of Sancha. Why?"

I laugh, "It's a Portuguese girl's name. I have birth certificates and all sorts of documentation, waiting for us in Brazil."

Emilie sighs, "So, even if the feds try to track us, they're looking for Jim and Emily, not ..."

I throw in, "Rico."

"Rico and Sancha."

"More than that, we're Brazilian citizens, as soon as we can get settled in. We live comfortable, low key lives, for a bit. Then, if either of us wishes, we can legally change our names, to pretty much whatever we wish."

Emilie muses, "We're just a pair of Portuguese, who want to go back to our roots, at least as far as the Mexicans are concerned."

I lecture, "Stay quiet but confident, don't make waves, don't argue with the Mexican officials and we're on our way to Brazil."

Emilie says, "Jim, I mean Rico, we don't have Brazilian passports."

I laugh, "Not exactly. However, the bank and brokerage statements that I had you print out and the ones that I printed out, those are our Brazilian temporary passports."