I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned.I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any furt...er. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed.I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but. Deep blue eyes. That smile. The soft curves of breasts. A thin body. She was so beautiful yet for some unknown reason she spoke to me.Obviously the girl was deranged. She looked like a fantasy girl but I personally had a thing against deranged girls. Maybe it's just me, but I think it's a reasonable policy. Derangement was the only sensible explanation why this gorgeous creation was talking to me. Some of my friends were pretty girls but not one of them looked anything like this babe."Are you. She could feel every muscle contracting and tightening up with each little step she took.Julie looked over her shoulder into the full length mirror. The molded skirt showed her pared down bottom in a most attractive manner. She could actually see the concave muscle tone of each ass cheek as she turned first left and then right. There was not even a hint of any "junk in the trunk" of Ms. Julie Goodlay. Her breasts were neatly ensconced inside her delicate non-bra running bra that she liked to. I mean my Peepee. All these sissy things keptflashing in front of me all night. They looked so adorable I wanted to bewith them, then somehow I got a stiffy and I just shot my load. HonestlyI didn't mean to nanny, but it's been so long since I ....... uummmm youknow. Please don't punish me for it will you?" I said repeating myselfand praying like hell she wouldn't."Get up you filthy little thing and over the bath while I give you yourenema."I decided silence and obedience the safest option for.