As I opened the door, I found Bryan on his knees-butt naked. “What are you doing? Come on Bryan, stop playing, I’m going to bed”. He wouldn’t ...udge. I demanded that he move out my way. “Not until you call me your bitch” said Bryan. Confused, I said “Look, you had your chance now get out of my way. I’m serious now, MOVE!”. “Not until you call me your bitch, mama. He replied. I made a loud sigh, BITCH, GET OUT OF MY WAY. IF YOU DON’T MOVE, YOUR ASS IS MINES! I said in a dominating tone that even. With one swoop he picks me up and throws me down on the best and start attacking my pussy like a wild a****l. He starts off by sucking and massaging my tits then slowly makes his way down to the treasure he wants the most. "Mmmmmm" he says while he licks and nibbles all over my cunt then out of the blue his phone starts to ring. " Hello?" he asks, "where are you?" the person on the phone asks. "I can't talk to you right now baby i'm eating dinner and my mouth is full," he says. I start to. I wish I could say that it was a sexy gown but it wasn't. It was an old flannel-nightie that had lost almost all of it's original color to all the washing-powder that had worked its miracle on it."I want to talk to you," she said as she stood beside my bed. I tried to read the tone of voice she used but it didn't seem any different from normal. Maybe there was a little quiver to it, but nothing else.Just then I realized that I lay there in bed with my mother's panties clutched in my right hand. The edges had small vials that looked like they had been filled with liquid. Needles thrust in from the middle of the collar, and Darryl could see tiny, slightly charred electrodes. “Now, watch the prisoner, I need to reload it with horse tranquilizers.”Darryl scowled as Sasha turned away from him, grabbing up her backpack. Opening it up revealed a bunch of curious looking paraphernalia, including a pistol, a few hand grenades, a second collar, a clunky looking handheld computer, a laptop, and.