Go put your feet up and I'll bring you a scotch."This continued on for several weeks. I assumed the role of housewife ineverything but appearance, and...Chris exuberantly assumed the role of"man of the house." She began directing me on what to do, how to dressand definitely took the aggressive role in our lovemaking. I would layquietly in bed as she fondled and caressed me and eventually mounted me;always on top. During the day, while she was at work, I would dress upas the wife I had become but. As soon as he left I went wondering around to see if I knew anyone there, I soon realized that I didn't but o'well Im a social butterfly so I started talking to a really hot guy, he handed me an adios and said to drink up, then he asked if I wanted a line. "A line of what??" I asked back not knowing what the hell he was talking about. "A line of speed, you ever done it?" I shook my head and he took me by the hand and lead me to a room where it smelt like pot really bad, I like the smell of pot. I pointed my pistol toward the others and told them to put their hands up. One tried to raise a pistol and was hit by my shot and Willy's at the same time. The rest gave up then. By this time Josh had raised the hold cover and dropped down into the hold."MOM! MOM!" I heard him call at the same time as I began to become aware of the sounds coming from young girls and women in the hold. I saw one girl try to come up and I had to tell her to remain where she was. Suddenly I heard a shot coming. I was reluctant, just because you never know what could happen, and I am a married woman. He kept asking and asking until finally I gave in. He was travelling from 3 hours away, so I agreed to meet him part of the way there, mainly so that I wouldn't run into anyone I know. When the meeting got set up, We agreed that we would give each other a hug, but nothing else really. When the day came, I put on light blue sundress with a halter top that tied behind the neck, the dress stopped.