I pulled to the curb and lowered the window. She came over with a smile and leaned in the passenger window.“Hey, Jeff, how are you?” she asked bri...htly.“I am ok, how have you been?” was my response.“Things have been rough, but they are getting better.” she replied.She went on to tell me that things had quieted down between her and Lance. In fact they had dinner the night before and managed to work out most of the financial arrangements of their divorce. She told me that they actually got along. "Thank you Pamela," she said. "No. Don't leave yet.I want to talk to you."I hung my head."You were right on the point of being naughty. Weren't you?" She said."Don't tell fibs now. Tell the truth. You were, weren't you?" Yes Joan," I admitted.She sighed contentedly. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"I shook my head."Would you like to kiss and make up now?" she asked.I nodded slowly."How nice. But I got that mixed up a little, but you'll forgive me,won't you?"I didn't know what she was. ..ect.My pussy was tingling as I'd walk to and from my car...but nothing happened. I pulled into the garage after my errands were done and began unloading the groceries and dry cleaning. As I entered our bedroom to hang the clothing up a large man grabbed me from behind shoving me face down on the bed.He duct taped my hands behind my back and roughly pulled my pants and panties off. Shoving my panties in my mouth he ran a strip of duct tape across, muffling my half hearted objections.Then. Standing, with arms folded, she announced her intentions. ?You are going to hire me as your personal assistant!' Shocked, I gaped at her and tried to protest but my mouth would not work. Brianna laughed. ?I suppose you'd like to say a million things right now but unfortunately,I told you to shut up and so you can't talk! I bet your husband and most ofthe poor sods who work for you would love to be able to do that!' She walked over and lowered her face to stare into mine. ?I control you, you fat.