Steve saw a man, leaning down over Jenna's mom. That was propably her father. Meanwhile Jenna hugged to him.
"Oh my god, its my dad, he won't let us out." he said in silly sared voice.
Well,that was a good opportunity for Steve to show Jenna what would happened if she weren't be a good girl. Jenna's dad looked up at them, alarmed by the sound of Jenna's high heels on the stairs.
"Jenna, what happened? Why mom is lying here and you're dressed like a whore. You're not going anywhere, we have a lot of talking here I see." He stood up and blocked the door, now knowing that his wife was ok, only sleeping.
Minute after, Jenna and Steve were getting into his silver Porshe, while Jenna's dad, was dancing around the pole that appeared in a living room, dressed in a black leather leotard , 5-inch heels and black stockings. His face covered in heavy make-up and blonde wig attached to his head. Yet, he was dancing like a proffesional stripper.
Jenna got into the car, now she knew that she would better obey Steve, because next time his wish would't end after one hour. She buckled a belt between her ample, latex encased chest and shruged at the feeling of a cold leather on her thighs.
