At 11pm there is a loud knocking at our front door that annoyed Dave interrupting his TV, so went to answer it and shout at whoever it was, while I ju...t waited for the argument to start. I heard the door open, but then what sounded like a fight. I was going to get up and see what was going on, but what happened next froze me in my seat. My husband was pushed through the door and onto the floor, his hands had been tied behind his back...then three men walked in all wearing balaclavas to hide. "Jamie, I can't. These were the clothes I was given to dress you in". Her voice trailed off. She was horribly embarrassed both for her son, and for herself. At sixteen it had been many years since she had helped him to dress and never had she imagined it would be in these ultra feminine garments.He looked down at the three inch spike heel that was giving him so much trouble and felt the nausea in his stomach start again. He felt like he was going to throw up; but he had nothing left, he'd. Basically, they knew that what they had done with Rosa amounted to rape. The unsophisticated woman would make a powerfully strong witness against them, no matter how cleverly a highly paid lawyer tried to tear her apart.And in the Deans' circle of friends, appearances were more important than reality. For instance, everyone knew that Alan Dean fucked his secretary, the housekeeper's daughter and any other person within a hundred miles who sported a vagina. Likewise, it was certainly no secret. Mom’s! They know everything.I nodded to the table and after she glanced where I had signaled, Lindie squeezed my hand and smiled broadly at me.“Coffee?” I asked Lindie and she said, “Sure.”I finally let go of Lindie and she moved over to sit at the table. I grabbed the coffee-maker pot and filled the cups on the table with the steaming fresh brew mom had made. Creamer and sugar were already there, waiting for us.Lindie exclaimed, “Hazelnut,” after a sniff of her cup.”“My favorite,” I.