. your son was defiling my husband's resting place!" Marilyn finally squeaked, cradling her wrist in her other hand as if Sandra had broken it."Take a...fucking chill pill, Marilyn. He was just leaning his hand against the headstone." He was muttering something. Something about my husband. Something about him killing himself!" She turned to Richie, her eyes wild with fury. "He didn't kill himself, he was drunk and crashed his car into a tree, you little idiot!"Sandra sighed and turned to her son.. Marcus then fitted me with a VR helmet andheadphones that blanked out all the noise. Removing my gag I felt a dildobe pressed towards me entering into my mouth - being bound as I was thiswas stuck in position and I could only move my head further down theshaft. Next I felt another well lucubrated dildo extend towards my anusand after some pressure and a touch of pain pop inside me as well.With trepidation I wondered what was in store for me when to my greatestsurprise I felt feeling at my penis. "By the time we finished talking and eating and wiping out our bowls with more corn bread, it was dark outside and time to think about bed and an early start in the morning. The house had no sleeping loft although there were some signs that there had been one. I unrolled my blanket in the shed after seeing to my horse and, out of habit, primed my old pistol and put it beside my head. It was a starless night, overcast and black as tar so I heard the girl's approach long before I saw her."You. Myonly respite came from the brief, arbitrary pauses which Robert hadbuilt in to his programme. But, as the hours of my torment wore on, Igrew more and more convinced that the arbitrary pauses were faroutnumbered by the vibrations, heatings, coolings and expansions."Good evening, Teresa!" Frobisher's voice came over the speaker,competing against the squeaking swing sound effect. "You may be pleasedto learn that the show will be closing shortly."This unexpected news almost made me cry with joy.