'' I heard Aunt whisper. I went to the door way and saw her face down on the bed, she rolled onto her back and flicked her feet. ''I need you to get t...ese off of me.'' she mumbled.I approached the bed and hooked the cuffs of her pants, I pulled them down her legs revealing her Calvin Klein boxers and not to mention a few more tattoo's, ''You're going to have to show me all of your tattoo's you know.'' I told her.''Maybe I will.'' she replied as she tried pulling her top up over her head. The. “OK, this is what’s going to happen, we’re going to fuck your wife and use her for fun, you’re going to sit in that chair and watch. He put me down in the chair, looked through the dresser and found some scarves and stockings and tied me up my hands behind my back.My wife began to cry a little and started begging them to please don’t do this, they laughed and Terrance grabbed her by the hair and picked her up from the floor, he reached up under her dressed and rubbed her ass, Derrick steeped up. Its hard to describe just how helpless and terrified I felt, all alone in this room having to play a part in some twisted computer program just to get out of this room. Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in different places until it found my asshole and then it uncomfortably pressed into me, not much, just enough to where I couldnt move my hips away or fidget the thing out. I guess Id expected the Chair to be some version of the Pony with its vibrator and I thought wrong. I felt a. " You're a star, Reg." I am. See you, mate."Chris Baker now had Reg's telephone number and a week in hand. He discovered that Reg ran a pub that fronted for a brothel. He rang his contact in the Surrey Police. He was rung later by an Inspector Roy Lamb from the Metropolitan Police.After brief pleasantries Mr Lamb asked, "How did you obtain this information, Mr Baker, and why? It's hardly necessary to go and find a curfew breaker in a brothel when a visit to his house would confirm that he had.