No-one is home I am thinking whilst my heart races. Everyone is away for the day. I have phoned up to check. Both my wife and daughters are in London ...hopping so who the hell is that in my kitchen. I look over into the full length mirror and catch a glimpse of myself. The door is over to the corner of the room and as I walk I pass the mirror properly. Even in my panic I look at myself and think. Hell I look good. The reflection is myself dressed up in my wife's Lingerie. A cute crop top with a. I knew he was a scummy thing to begin with and I knew it every time I let him do things to me. Doctor Jamison and I think that I was degrading myself to bring myself down to where I figured I would be equal with my Mom and Dad and Aunt Ruth. They were the all of my life for so long. I guess something inside me was saying they were the best I could be and so I tried to be them. It wasn’t working, I knew better from being around my dear husband and daughter. That was why it was tearing me up. It. "God nothing is going right withthese new pants", I thought.As the guy dried his hands I tried to yank up my pants and noticed that myhands were slipping on them. They were shimmering in the light and thematerial was a lot thinner than I remembered. I felt them getting tighter butcouldn't do anything until the other guy left the room. To hide my pants, Iput my hands in front of them and felt the material it was very sexy andstarted to arouse me. I pulled my hands tighter to hide my erection but. Finally he noticed he began losing his hard on or rather he would find it hard to maintain an erection whilst mentally picturing what he was doing to his bound and sometimes gagged imaginary victim.John Roberts finally accepted that he would have to carry out a real kidnap and rape or would have to find totally different fantasises to image if he was not going to carry out a rape. So in his mind he knew it was now or never; would he have the balls to actually kidnap and rape a unwilling victim.