Now you´ll do what we ask of you …..she pulled me out of my chair and slapped my ass saying what a fat bitch I was….i don´t know what they gave ...me if it was a d**g or something else but I was in a trance, …she turned me around and walked me to the house, I remember seeing her boyfriend with a video camera filming it all, as we got closer to him she pulled my tank top up exposing my boobs to him ……nice big tits he said, …as we entered the bed room she said to wait in the living room to her. Barrett was making sure that Catherine and I had every chance to speak. But it was Harriet by whom I could not help but be entranced.I write this memoir in a time far removed from the events I am narrating and to an audience unfamiliar with those times. I must explain so that what follows in the narrative will make sense to the current reader. A girl without a chaperone would never be allowed to be alone with a man. It simply wasn't done. Mrs. Barrett would never have left me alone with either. I swallowed his seed, and then excused myself to the restroom. I felt so disappointed, and dissatisfied with the experience, and thought about bringing it up to my husband. However, when I exited the bathroom, I found that he had already fallen asleep, and I was left unsatisfied.Peeved by my husband's apparent lack of attention to me, I decided to go out into the living room and browse my phone while watching cheesy T.V. Of course the moment I started on my phone, I was soon looking at images. When I arrived home Zoey was already there. I asked her how come she was home so early. She usually stays at the gym longer. I figured her lover Kent wasn't there and it bothered her. She said she wasn't feeling like exercising and came home early."Zoey, we have to talk. Sit down in the living room and I'll be right back."Now she looked very nervous as she went into the living room. I came back into the living room and brought my previous recording and the new ones that were recorded.