When I saw the size of the facility as we left (it took us an entire hour to get to the front door of the place) I was staggered. I, too, had been kep... alone, except when I was being questioned. The interrogators were good, but I’d been trained to resist even the best. I basically said I had nothing to say, until they got tired of messing with me. I turned down a lot of “perks” in the process. Like my freedom. I didn’t believe them, though. They knew Bobby had done something to Jacobson, but. That is one of her favorite things, so she was a little pissed. Then my wife tried sucking my dick, and that didn’t work either. That frustrated my wife as well. Finally, my wife sat on my face and played with my nipples. This is my favorite activity since I use it to fantasize about the cuckold lifestyle. But of course, that didn’t work as well. My wife knows that I am pissed. She also knows that even though it is my fault, I will blame her for my problems. This makes my wife even more pissed. I did the necessary shopping,returned to my car. I was loading my groceries into the trunk when a man,standing near the front of my car called to me and asked if he could takemy cart. I stood, looked at him and started to reply when without warningI was grabbed from behind by someone I had not seen. A smelly pad washeld to my face and I passed out. The last thing I remember was that theman who called to me was moving toward me.When I awoke I was on the floor of a vehicle with my ankles and. .. or rather, it felt like something cool wasrunning through my arm. And gradually, I felt the chill throughout mybody."Sweetie..." My focus centered on a woman in a strange blue uniform."Don't be scared. I'm going to put this on." She showed me a smallclear, and warped, bowl. There was a string attached to it.The blue lady gently lifted my head up and slipped the bowl to mask myface. An attachment, a tube, was clicked onto the bowl ---- and I suddenly breathed in something funny. More than.