Nothing.I came home, and found Annie at work, the kids at school. I was beat, but with my mind awhirl, I knew that sleep would elude me. I dragged my ...aptop downstairs, and jacked into the hard drive. I downloaded the recordings onto the computer, and retired upstairs to sift through what had happened in my home, while I was gone.I sped through Annie dressing, and undressing for bed, as well as her random movements into and out of the bedroom. I looked at the timestamp of her return home, on. When he had stripped and taken his position as I asked, I explained what was going to happen, “Your wife is going to get fucked tonight, but it won’t be your cock inside me.”As the last words rolled off my lips I reached under the pillow and produced the dildo I’d purchased. His eyes went wide and I knew he was thinking about how good it was going to look sliding into me.“I need my boyfriend’s cock inside me tonight. Is that okay with you, honey? Is it okay if my boyfriend fucks me while you. I wanted to store it in my memory bank for future use. But I couldn’t watch it for too long. Jealousy crept into my heart. I turned around and walked into the approaching dusk, feeling sorry for myself. The tall trees increased my sense of inadequacy. I was also hungry.I sat my naked ass down to look at the setting sun. After a while, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and I could feel naked breasts against my back. I kissed the arms and when I looked up, I saw a naked Joan standing. The masked man goes and stands behind the wooden chair and places the collar around the prisoner’s neck. Smith gasps and her eyes grow large as she feels the cold metal on her skin.The executioner then begins to slowly turn the butterfly screw. As she feels the collar begin to tighten round her throat the prisoner begins to scream in ear-splitting mindless terror. As pressure from the collar slowly but inexorably increases on her neck Smith’s shrieks take on a strangled sound and gradually.