I made something up, but she still seemed pretty interested in it. She said that she had no idea what she would major in at college, and law sounded i...teresting to her. I told her that if she wanted to talk, we would have to go downstairs to the family room, or my parents would kill me if they found us alone in my room. Off we went. But when we sat down (on our incredibly huge L shaped couch), she sat really close to me. She wasn't interested in law anymore. She started asking me questions. She remained slumped in her restraints but was awake again. I could only imagine the agony that she was in from her ruined anus.“Nice to see you have joined us again Lucy. I think you have something to say to me, don’t you?”“Yes Master. Sorry Master” she whimpered.“And?” I shouted.She looked confused for a moment. Then it seemed to dawn on her: “Thank you Master for torturing this worthless slut and teaching her the error of her ways.”“Believe me Lucy, it was a pleasure.”Turning back to. "Not a wise choice, Miranda."The gun was leveled at her."Then kill me if you must! I will never submit to you!" she cried."Oh, my dear Mrs. Willis, I have no intention of harming you. But if you don't do what I tell you, I will kill your husband without hesitation and take what I want anyway."Miranda's hand went to her mouth in alarm."So if you will be so kind as to remove your skirt."Her eyes darted back and forth from husband to stranger, fear freezing her into immobility."No, Miranda, no!". Once out of sight he looked down at me again.'Right son. Let me tell you something. Avoid those two. They are trouble, especially the short fat one. Nasty piece of work he is and you really don't want to be alone with him, anywhere. Do I make myself clear?' I nodded. Scared stiff I was going to be found out. I was almost in tears.He put his hand on my shoulder. 'Look lad there is no need to get upset. You aren't in any kind of trouble. I can see from the state of your shirt that those two have.