I was in the middle of trying to photoshop a difficult image when a knock on the front door came as a welcome break. I opened the door and saw a famil...ar candy salesgirl and catnapper, Judy Kowalski, and her mother, Fran, standing there. Judy was holding a cardboard box that I assumed was candy for another school fundraiser."Hi, Tommy. Um, is Beth home?"Just then, the lady in question walked around the corner. "Well, if it isn't the Kowalskis. What brings you to the neighborhood?" I realized I. I told her I needed to use the bathroom, and she said that was ok, but she was going to give me an enema to help clean me out, and she would allow me to give her one as well.After we were both cleaned out, mistress lead me over to her makeup table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. The chair had a hole in the seat with a dildo sticking out of it. She said that before I sit down she was going to fit me with a waist cinching corset, but before she could do that she was going to give me saline. My heart raced when I saw two young black men following me. Soon they reached close to me, one on each side."Can I help you?" I asked them, trying to show a fearless voice. "Sure you can." The tallest one said with a smile. "Give us your jewels". "I'd rather not." I answered in defiance. But then the man grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Don't make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly wept. "Just please don't hurt me”.He let me go and I quickly. .. closer to impatiently expectant, perhaps.It was of the utmost importance that I keep my cool, however, and let none of this internal agitation become externally visible, as seated across from me was my date for the evening, a lovely, slender, dark-skinned young thing with almost perfectly symmetrical facial features who professed to be an exchange student from Haiti. She was telling me about her father's estate at home, and the things she liked to do in her spare time. She was also telling.