Keep Hoping

A night-time home invasion, with them finding me dozing and wanking in my rubber bondage-bag...they would secure me in it, inescapably, and just live permanently with me, using my debit card, and my well-stocked larder, fridge, and liquor cabinet, while they watched football on my big-screen TV, and constantly visited me, in my room, to face-fuck me, tirelessly, turn about, by means of a nylon zipper at my mouth, kept tight shut whenever it wasn't needed...Permanent arrangement, hopefully...