She would pretend to be dressing and then have to look for some missing item and this meant she paraded around the house in just a bra and panties or ...maybe add some pantyhose and high heels. On other occasions, when dad would be there in case I tried anything, she would come to my room of a morning to wake me but instead of prodding my shoulder she reached under the blankets and grabbed my cock and give it a shake until it started to get hard then she would retreat to the kitchen leaving me. “I’ll go change,” he said and began to walk away.“W-Wait. Let’s talk a minute.”“Okay,” he said, taking his seat at the far end of the couch again.“I’m not trying to yell, Pee. Scoot closer.”He inched over to the middle cushion. There was still space between us. I had so many questions. So I just launched into them.“Did you plan to do this to me tonight,” I pressed.“No.”“Then why did you just happen to have that in your car?”“I always keep a ready bag in my trunk.”“What’s a ‘ready bag’?”“A bag. I figured he is seeing Doris those times. You said Roger has been calling a tracphone a number of times. Doris bought one a few months ago. I'm willing to bet the numbers match. I've never called it; she leaves it in her car. She told me she bought it for emergency purposes and if it gets stolen she's only out the minutes left on the phone. She's lost two cell phones already and it gets pretty expensive, so I thought the tracphone was a good idea." We found out something else too, boss." Okay,. All for the sake of her own comfort. You are almost the exact same person, and this is the person who will be your punishment. Let me explain;" says the woman, her tone taking an almost giddy tone as she continues "the explosive collars strapped to your neck are impossible to remove by hand, or force. They can only be removed by me. They have enough explosives in them to rip out your throat, and cause you to die gargling on your own blood. The only way I will remove them is for you to defeat.