I walked them out after they said their goodbyes.As I walked back in I saw my brother-in-law, (Tom), and my wife doing another shot. I know they had d...ne too many. They were singing and kissing and telling me to do a shot with them, so I said OK, after I lock the doors. I finished locking up and they had poured out six shots. They handed me one and we toasted in the New Year. then they handed another and toasted their Dad's Death. Then they were going to do another. I said it wasn't a good. There was a photo of Mistress Denise wearing only a thong bikini bottom. It was the first time I had seen her breasts, and they were just as amazing as Mistress Kimberly’s. There was a nude photo of Master Steven in a weight lifters pose. His cock was every bit as big as expected. There was also an enlarged photo of only his cock and balls. I could see the veins and ridges on his cock in incredible clarity. There were several photos of Mistress Kimberly with close-ups of her cunt and. I would also need work, and at my age, with no qualifications or experience my prospects were not good. Our so-called circle of friends, for whom position and wealth were all, would certainly drop us like hot coals. Their lives would henceforth be quite different, and they would move in different circles, making a good marriage most unlikely. With luck they could both marry labourers, who would leave them alone every night with expanding broods, whilst they joined their mates in the pub. After. ?NO, PLEASE. . . .Uggghhhmmmph!? Brandi yelled as a swatch of tape sealed her lips shut. The man continued to tape her mouth with several more pieces of tape, turning her screams into muted mewls. In the back of her mind she kept chanting ?This can?t be happening? but it was. Maybe this was a slaughterhouse and she was going to be some gruesome entr?e at some unholy banquet. She continued to struggle but the stranger?s bindings held fast. Brandy felt him force her legs towards her.