He had always laid out a fantastic gourmet array of food and wine whenever I had dropped in on him for a visit.He seemed to have no friends or visitor... apart from me but was a most gracious host when I visited him. He was passionate about history and could relate historical anecdotes with humor and seemed to know odd historical facts that belied his lack of formal education.He had been married to my mother’s sister. However, I had never known her as she passed away before my birth. To the best. She adjust her chair to a higher position to the point that "her" cock is even with the gag... She moves forward and my mouth starts to water. She see the expression on my face and coos "you are the one for me and will always be mine." She shifts forward and her cock enters my mouth. She rocks back and forth and opens her blouse to play with her nipples. Pamela tells the guard to prepare me. The guard leans over me and tells me that I am to be Pamela's son in law.... The guard cuts open the. .............................................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in. “Hi Mom, how was work”asked Madison. “I’m so exhausted, my boss is wearing me down.” relied Tracey. “The problem is she has no secretary and I’m picking up the slack. I got to have somebody in there tomorrow or I may be toast!”said Tracey. “Maybe I could do it Mom, I do have a business degree.” replied Madison. Tracey hesitated, it was an idea but she really didn’t want to expose her little girl to that oppressive boss. Brenda wouldn’t mistreat Madison because I would protect her, Tracey.