I tried to reach the hook but it was too high. I screamed for help. "Scream away slut. The only people who can hear you are your husband and the fuck ...lave and they won't help you. Anyway, once I close the door this room will be soundproof."I continued to scream and shout. He went and brought a camera in from the bedroom. He came over and jabbed the electric baton into my breast. "Shut up slut, I'm trying to work here." My body was rocked by the electric shock. He then jabbed it into my other. Bent over my legs, facing the screen, I couldn’t get a grip on them no matter how hard I tried. I kept thrusting my hips though, hard enough that the lazy boy squeaked. “Shhh!” our disgruntled friend said again. Aubrey held her ground, keeping quiet even though I saw her squirming in pleasure on top of me. Based on what I was hearing, the credits would roll any minute now. Some people had the courtesy to watch them, but most didn’t. Once they started, everyone in the theater would turn around. I had thoughts sometimes while we had sex, and sometimes when hubby wasn't home I would masturbate to these thoughts.I imagined waking up one night to two strange men in our bedroom. They'd yank the blankets down off me revealing my naked body (I always sleep naked!). I would quickly look over to see where hubby was, but he's not there, he's tied in a chair at the end of the bed with a black cloth wrapped over his mouth!The two men grab me, their rough hands running all over my naked body,. The last thing we need when doing something complicated like this is a facilitator, something forcing the issue! Therefore please keep Prune Juice away from us! It’s like sending us down a lightning bolt! It moves around here quicker than Road Runner, forces us to work ten times harder, has us running round like headless chickens and what’s the end result? A toilet pan like a scene from ‘Apocalypse Now’ and stomach cramps. No fun for anyone (except the Prune Juice). If you want us to move a bit.