"Yes," was her quiet reply."When?" I asked genuinely shocked as I dint think she'd of gave up her anus just yet."15 years ago when I was 22," she said..."Did your husband take your anal cherry?" I asked."Yes," she said breathing heavily with my cock still working her cunt and my finger loosening her ring."And you've not done it since?" I probed."No I didn't like it," was her honest response."Would you like your son in laws fat cock in your arse Fiona?" I asked even though I knew the answer."No. God! This isn't happening. I'm dreaming! That's it; I must be dreaming." Actually, yes," I said, "but that doesn't really change anything. We are in a dream, but it's not your dream; it's mine." What?" she said. "That makes no sense." I know," I said, trying to sound as understanding as possible. "It's complicated; sometimes it's very complicated, but that doesn't make it any less real. Here, I'll prove it to you; think of a place you'd like to be right now — anywhere in the world — just close. You might as well get used to having a cock down your throat," jamming the penis gag farther into her mouth until it reached her tonsils. "Choke bitch," pushing down on it until it was pushed as deep as he could. He tied the straps around her head again, pleased as he saw her. Her lips were tightly spread around the fake cock, her throat moving up and down, choking and gagging on it. Tears filled her eyes.The door slammed shut and she was alone, shaking in the chair, bound to it. At least her. There's no way I could stick a knifein myself. Not if my life depended on it.I'm gonna have to live this out. I'm gonna have to pretend to be Amy,the best I can, for Mommy's sake, maybe for Amy's sake as well. Whatevershe could have been, I have to be, the best I can. I'm gonna, I'm gonnamanage, somehow. I'm gonna... Right now I'm gonna go to sleep.The days pass quickly. You'd think I'd be bored out of my skull, nodecent TV, movies, music. The new Tarantino movie's out. By the time I'mallowed.