I have no watch — they said not to bring one - and there's no clock in my room. Room? Actually cell, I guess, but I can't quite bring myself to say ...that. I feel a bit embarrassed to be here. Now that is incongruous! Worrying about being here, when maybe I should be more worried about the fact that I'm naked and restrained in a chair. I have not been given any clothes, save for a collar which has been locked around my neck and bands around my wrists and ankles. The collar has a dog tag style ID. Sometimes I wonder if she dresses for me deliberately or does it happen by accident?Our life started to change a few months ago. One day I came home in the mid afternoon which was early by my standards. I parked my truck in the drive and walked into the kitchen tomake a drink for myself and absentmindedly gazed out the back window. Therewas my little girl on a lounge chaise sunning herself by the pool. I was simply stunned! She had only a T-back covering her bum. I don't recall how long. Timmy was smart enough to keep his distance, so Sandra didn't need to watch out for him.And like this, Sandra rode her bike to the store to buy her gym clothes. On the way over, nothing special happened. Except from the fact that Timmy was often distracted when he heard people whistle at him, or was it directed at his boss? He, of course, didn't react on those strange people whistling, because the only whistle he would react on, is the one of Sandra or those other two creatures that took care. Roger then lets his robe fall open revealing a pair of see through black panties belonging to his neighbour. his big juicy balls are overflowing out of the side and his cock is visible through the soft fabric. I reach over and place my hand on his package giving it a firm squeeze. I ask him to stand infront of me as I rub his stiff cock in the panties. I have to get it out and run my fingers up and down the shaft and around the swollen knob, peeling his foreskin back to reveal the purple head..