I sobbed. The man attached little square stickers with metal nipples on my neck, arms, hands, and legs. Wires were clipped to each pad running somewhe...e into the machine behind my trembling body. When he was done he stepped back, "that's two locked and loaded." Lisa and I looked into each others eyes. I could see she was sorry for getting me into this.Now the men were struggling with Wendy – whatever drug they had used on us was wearing off. They had her by the arms and were trying to force her. So there I am in high heels, stockings and white panties with pink trim kneeling on to the edge of the bed my cock in one hand, my wife's fragrant soiled sexy pink silky string bikini panties pressed to my nose with the other. Really it doesn't take long and I feel myself close to cumming. Taking one last long sniff of the other worldly sweet scent of my wife's panties I lay them on the bed, cotton panel up and take aim. Pulling furiously on my cock, silky panties cupping my shaved balls I. Nothing will happen. Look at you. You are sweating like anything. Take off your shirt and pants.My mom helped me to take off my shirt and pants. I was wearing a single boxer, and my dick is rock hard. It made a big tent on my boxers. Even my mom observed my hard-on.Mom: How can you be so innocent and careless. At least you should check the name of the medicine before taking it.Me: I don’t know the names of medicine.Mom: Relax, I’ll help you out.Me: Which tablet I took, mom? Is that dangerous?. The doorbell rang just before I was to leave. I opened the door to an overweight man in a tired rayon sport’s jacket.“Mr. Jason Sweeney,” he said.Unmistakably he was a process server, and all I could think was that Jason was divorcing me.“Don’t you mean Mrs. Jason Sweeney?” I said.He took a quick look at the papers in his hand.“No, Mr. Sweeney—please,” he said.At that moment, my mind kicked into gear. Someone was suing Jason. If I said, he no longer lived here, the fat man would go looking to.