I wanted them to run the farm for me. They could stay in the big farm house and I would stop by from time to time to check up on them to make sure eve...ything was alright.We spent the night in the farmhouse. Barbara packed some clothes and some personal possessions she wanted. Millie made us a wonderful dinner and after dinner I helped the family do the evening chores. After we got done with all the chores, it was bedtime. Barbara and I took the master bedroom, and she wasted no time in. Even though she could now see their faces, she didn’t recognise them, and couldn’t remember them.Whenever the door to her room opened, she simply waited to see what abuse she would get. There was nothing sacrosanct about her body now. Her pussy, her mouth, and even her arse, were all being abused regularly, but none of that seemed to matter. As long as they gave her whatever was in the needle, she would do whatever they wanted.The drug had been perfected in Colombia, and had a trace of morphine. Then I made my way down on her, I kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulders, she was moaning not the way we see in porn, she was making low sounds, I was squeezing one of her breasts apparently lost in thought of how lucky I am, when she said “pay attention to other one as well, otherwise one of my breast will get big”, so I did as she asked me, I squeezed her breasts, alternatively, then after a while started licking them, then sucking on them, she was jumping up and down I thought she might. "With a slightly theatrical sniff Suzy went off as instructed. I tried to collect my thoughts. The idea of dealing with my wife like this and beating her certainly appealed a great deal. I was not angry, though, and I approached the scene with a sense of efficiency, as if I had a routine task to perform. Strangely, I did not even feel really aroused, though the thought of turning her arse dark red, and hearing her cries and pleading, was certainly something I relished.As I entered the bedroom.