After a couple of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked ...o have lost my shit. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones. “What the fuck do you fucks want?” I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was. I then pull her dildo out and slid my cock into her tight cant and the dildo into her arse. She then stops and tells me to wait there. She returns from the house with a collar. She puts the collar on me and walks me into the house where she tells me to sit and lick her pussy as she tells me “You’re my fuck slave if I want you cock in my cunt I tell you if I want your come in my ass it tell, if I want my friend fucked I tell, if you don’t obey me I will punish you” with that she grab my head. Everyone thinks we have the perfect family. And we do. I’m not unhappy at all. I know my husband loves me and I am happy with my life. That’s why I’m so confused by what’s happened. It all started about a month ago when I went to a funeral. I have a black lady that helps clean my house and watch my k**s. My husband and I are very busy. He and I both work full time and we volunteer with civic groups and at church. Plus the k**s are involved in sports and dance and gymnastics. Sometimes. At my right hand a laptop rested under myfingertips. A silver robotic arm with a laser guide and a syringe hungfrom the ceiling. A laser targeting point was located on my neck."I'm ready to proceed." You're good to go Blaine."I tapped on the keyboard and my wrists, head, and feet were locked intoplace by robotic braces. They weren't heavy duty, but were used in caseof convulsions and also had monitoring equipment built in to measure myvitals. This was the part I was the most concerned about. I.