<div align="center">Chris - In Bed With Nigella</div><br/>Chris continued to stimulate his wife's delicate flower as she spoke to him, asking him, begging him to thrust his manhood into her, and he was more than willing to oblige. Unfortunately for Chris he was only able to just unsheathe his throbbing member before he was able to register the sight of his wife's face seeming to go blank, like she had passed out with her eyes open, as a prick like a bee-sting hit his shoulder. Then he noticed that his own body was going numb and he was slowly falling limp into his bed. This limpness caused his head to turn just to the right angle to see the man in black entering his room.<br/>Every man has scenario in his head where he fights off an intruder with a baseball bat or a golf club, Chris had always envisioned himself with a carving knife he kept in the kitchen, an especially long and wicked looking one. He would use the tool to cut the intruder just enough to render them helpless or cause them to run away, leaving him the everyday hero. But the reality of the situation was not playing out in any way like his imagination had sculpted it, as he was rendered helpless and naked alongside his wife and was forced to watch as his children we carried like dead animals into the master bedroom to join them. The fact that they too were completely nude set in later and filled his mind and heart with a fiery hate towards the masked men that were their captives.