I showered and eventually made my way down to join them. My mother in law was her usual cheery self so I guessed that Mary hadnt told her anything. Ma...y herself was like a different person, where as normally, she would be chatty and outgoing, now she was withdrawn and sullen. Her body language screamed stay away from me you sick fuck. She barely spoke to me during breakfast and Im sure my MIL was suspicious. After breakfast, I drove them to the hospital for a visit. The visit was pretty. It is as this point, I will take out our collar and she asks me to put it on. As she folds my clothes the way she has been instructed, I will tell her what to do while I shower. This usually includes setting out the instruments and toys I plan to use and what position she should be in when I return. Initially I gave her three positions to remember and assume the second I tell her;Position 1: On her knees, toes pointed back, sitting on her feet, knees far apart, hands palm up and resting on her. "Ok, it was my turn to look sheepish."Annette!" Helen said. "You didn't know? I thought you were marrying him for his money?"Annette looked at me, then at her parents."I thought I was marring him because he loved me."I spoke up, "At least, that's why I am marring you, Annette. As for the money, it will only make life easier on us." Well!" Bob said. "I will be dammed, you caught a good one."Annette and I both rolled our eyes at that one. Art chuckled.Helen said, "I think Annette needs to mingle. I reach down to feel my slightly sore pussy, and find that it’s not as sore as I’d normally expect. I slip in a finger on my left hand, only to feel myself rather ready. I slip in a second finger, and the two go delving deeper. The flesh is a little puffy from the workout it received not too long ago, and it just makes things all the tighter inside. My fingers keep walking along inside myself, flicking away at the ridge, crossing over themselves. I begin to realize I’m making a bit of noise, so.