If when they meet your wife they go into a café, I would be certain that this is when they will slip her the first dose. After that she has no chance...of resisting. Her stupid curiosity got her to meet these people, but the drugs will destroy any semblance of freewill she had left."Matt's anger was growing. It was a cold anger. He didn't burst out with threats and wild gestures, it grew inside him, and made him more determined to bring a lot of pain to these people. Terrible pain, that would. And what abody it was. Those plus-plus-sized boobs were held up by half-cups thatjutted out from a boned corset which was severely compressing his waist.His hips flared, he was wearing lavender panties, and his thighs hadbeensupersized. When he shook his head in disbelief it made his heavy titsshift side-to-side on their platforms."This isn't possible," he said in that same small voice. "I've only beenhere for... for..." Longer than you imagine," The Laugher supplied. "Which is why I. Present at her interrogation was my sister-in-law, her clients' accountant and the Turk. The Turk had a stock whip ready to help Madelaine remember things. I watched the performance on the closed-circuit TV which recorded multiple views of the facility.The woman I had so recently fucked answered every question promptly. She confessed to planning to abscond with her husband's partner with a fortune belonging to the clients. She didn't give the Turk the excuse he wanted to flay her but recited. Ding! The microwave snatched me from my mind. I grabbed my food and search for a plastic fork, trying to ignore the growing in my boxers. I closed my door behind me and settled back into my chair. I glanced down to see how noticeable the bulge in my pants was. My tight chinos offered no cover. A rough outline of my dick rested on my left thigh. I took a swift picture of my pants and sent it to her. “Look what you did.”Soon three dots were bobbed up and down on my screen. “Too bad you’re not.