We were just going to Hang Out Part 4 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 4

... it up and flip it open. There on the screen the time and date. I was down there for four days. Looking at my missed called and unopened text messages, I start to read though them. Three was from my husband JT. They were a little confusing asking what the fuck where was I. How could I do it just because of him not able to get to Hawaii? I also received messages from my boss asking for sure that I really wanted to quit. I read another one from a doctor if I was really up to doing this with him and his wife. Looking over all of my text sent I see Jen been busy setting me up as a talent for a mutual friend, claiming I want a divorce from JT, and resigning my post at the hospital. The message to the doctor was me spread-eagled on the mattress downstairs. I immediately texted JT, “I do not, repeat do not want a divorce. That I love you and will be your one and only. Someone must have hacked my phone. I call or text you soon. I will be awaiting a Skpe call this evening when I get home love Marla.” I called into work and asked for The Director of Nursing, told her that I just got my phone back and I think it was hack please disregard any messages for the last four or five days. I decided to wait on talking to the doctor as that will take some heavy explaining. I walked around Jen house to see if anything I should be aware of that could come back and bite my ass. In her room, the wardrobe closet was actually a computer desk with live monitors to Jen’s basement playroom. I looked ...

... around and found that she recorded everything, including the original takedown of me as well as, oh god when did that happen. There it was me being gang raped by her and seven or eight guys. The volume was very low but could hear me begging for it. I do not remember any of this. Wait a minute yes she drugged me. Could I have not remembered this because of I was drugged. I then looked around to see if the drug was in the desk, her room. I could not find anything. I did get all the digital copies of me in that torture chamber and transferred it to my jump drive. I sat on her bed and cried for some time when I heard movement downstairs. I crept down the stair thinking that Jen had escaped from the basement. I saw a young man in the living room. He about six foot and look very athletic big. He had dark short hair and a sun tan skin. Oh it must be Jen’s step son, Jeremy. He turned around and saw me, “Hello, who are you?” he asked. “I am Marla, you must be Jeremy.” I asked quietly. “Yea, Marla, oh you must be the workout queen.” Jeremy said. “Mom, talks of a lot about you and how you drive her at the gym.” “Is that all she talks about me or is there anything else she says?” “Well, she also said you a very beautiful ebony goddess that seems to want to control her.” Jeremy laughs as he blushes. “I have to agree about the beautiful part.” I wonder if he knows what his mother does in her basement. Knowing my eyes must be bloodshot from crying upstairs. I was wondering why he did not notice ...