"What are you doing?" I asked pleasantly."Just cleaning up. Don't want my boss to walk into a pigsty," she said with a little grin."It looks fine," I ...old her. I pointed to the TV. "Cardinals are playing the Cubs." I pointed towards the diet coke. She smiled at me gratefully and sat down next to me on the couch.We watch an inning or so in silence. "God, when was the last time we watched a ball game together?" she asked."I don't remember." I grinned at her. "You probably don't even know any of. I went into my office to see if there was anything urgent that I needed to deal with and as I was finishing my e-mails, Jordan came in.“I talked to Mom and she thought that your idea was wonderful. We talked about what we might have Rachel do and decided that we’d ask her if she’d like to make the centerpieces for the tables for the reception.” She seemed as if she was almost ready to cry so I pulled her to me and sat her on my lap. “Brian, what did I do to deserve such a thoughtful guy?” she. He must have broken in. I tried to fight him as he dragged me through the house to the bedroom, but he hit me several times. He was really pissed, and when he got me up stairs he slapped me some more and then fucked me."After that, he handcuffed me and shoved all of those toys into me after which he started using the flogger and the cane switch on me. The first orgasms were all right, but he just kept it up and kept abusing me. By the time you got there, I was on fire. My nerve endings were. I quickly took a shower, ate the lunch my mom had prepared for me and hopped on my bike to her place. Aunt Geeta's house was pretty much the same as ours. It wasn't the greatest house in the world but it wasn't the best either. It was a modest house. I am quite sure that once Uncle was well established in his new company that they would move eventually, but they had no plans as of yet.I pulled up to her house and parked my bike near the door. I rang the bell. Actually, I wasn't really a bell..