I wasn't sure what I was expecting when they took me into the house, but one thing I did know was whatever they had had planned for me; I was going to enjoy it.
Damn, was I right.
When they took me down into the basement, they had absolutely blown my mind with the things they had done to me. They touched every inch of my body and every bit of my soul. I loved them more than anything, and nothing in the world would ever complete me more than they did.
Except my children, of course.
By the time the night was over, and they carried me upstairs toward my bed, I was exhausted. They had made sure after everything they had done to me, I received the proper care I needed, from them cleaning me up to caressing my body to kissing me gently, showing me nothing but affection.
