They all went outside to see the shame-faced young man.“I’m, I’m really sorry about last night. I can only hope my actions did not spoil your da.... I have no excuse. I was drunk. I do stupid things when I am drunk.”Isabella looked at him, fixing him with an icy glare and said, “Do you always try and force your unwanted attentions on young women when you are drunk?”He remained silent, looking down at his feet.“Do you have any idea of who I am? Have you any idea of just how close you were to. “Please don’t do that again, I’ll sit back down.” Smack it went again, “Please stop,” she cried out.“Ok, that was just 3 taps,” Andy said as he looked at the oval bright red patch on her ass cheek. “If you don’t do as we want again next time, I’ll do 5 and email a copy to someone randomly chosen. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she sobbed back. “Since your standing up you can dance for us like you did that night.” Andy stated while Matt skipped back on the video to the dance scene and turned up the. ......" At this point, Jason returned. "Sorry about that" he said, in a surprisingly matter-of-fact way, "Just Security checking up. Now, where were we?" Emily reddened, suddenly remembering that she now had to play her part in this obscene deal. Jason weighed up the younger girl with interest. She was a little taller than her mother, with blonde hair, innocent blue eyes and a slightly slimmer figure than Annabell, although still very shapely. She was wearing a white blouse and short navy blue. I was, even in my state amazed, how Jean hadkept up a normal front whilst planning my capture this, in it's selfsomething astonishing. Apparently I had gravely underestimated my wifeand know I was at her mercy. The need to pee had somehow evaporated as mythoughts grew and I tried to think how tonight would end.At about ten minuets to three I heard a car pull up and a few secondsalter, the back door opened. My computer is at the bottom of our stairs,so as soon as Jean came into the kitchen I was.