I tried too call for help from nurse Debbie but could not due too a ball gag in my mouth, once my eyes begain to focus I could see I was strapped in a...sex swing a strap across my chest and adomin, my legs pulled up and back and strap to the chains holding the swing to the frame and my arms pulled under the swing and tied togrther. I tried to move but all I could do was rock the swing. I was still in my room were did this swing come from, how did I get in here and where the hell was nurse. ”I looked at the phone after she disconnected. Bit of a temper on that one. Then again, all chefs seemed a little flighty, to me.I got one more call the next week. “Any of your group Jewish? Or Muslim? If they are I’ll have to adjust the menu.”“Ms. Chen and her husband are Jewish, and Michael’s girlfriend follows Islam. With the exception of those two the rest of us will eat most anything in front of us.”“Thank you. See you next Sunday.” The phone went dead.Wow, she must still be pissed.My. Her powerful body sitting astride his...Suddenly, she got up, or at least rolled over. The sweat of her chest worked as an adhesive on her nephew's face, and he went with it. She held Ryan close for a moment. "By the way Ryan, I know you were watching me through the keyhole when I was working my cunt with my vibrator" she said. Ryan did his best to turn and found himself enveloped by her body. She gave him a tight squeeze and cuddled his body closer to herself. Ryan was sore all over, felt like. Why couldn't I go on strike from being the breadwinner? My lazywife did nothing but loll around the house all day watching TV,and my teenage daughter cared only about clothes, her sociallife and her revolting boyfriend. I couldn't recall the lasttime one of them had a conversation with me that didn't end upwith their hands in my pocket. Maybe I could teach them a lessonbefore they sent me into an early grave. Why couldn't I go onstrike from being a man? * * *There.