Too dangerous. Continue to play along...

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and convince yourself that there is nothing you can do at the moment. If you continue to raise suspicion, Dave might even decide to lock you in or something. He seems to be lost at the moment. You need to find another way to rescue him from this. You quickly wonder if you can somehow wiggle out of this situation and escape under the pretense of an excuse, but the way Dave looks at you makes you feel that this might not be a good solution. So you drop on all four and crawl to the bed.

"Yes, suck me, little slut", Dave comments hoarsly. You close your eyes again, hesitate for a moment and then lower your lips on his head. His cock is still slick and wet from Blanche's juices, and you can taste the musky flavor on your tongue as you start licking. This is all not true. It can't be. Somehow, you've become a stranger in your own house - they have taken everything from you.

Dave's displeased grunting reminds you that you have a role to play. You cast your eyes upwards in a submissive gesture. He grunts and moans some more, and starts thrusting his cock into your mouth, forcing you to take him deep. For a moment, you gag, and panic. None of this is the Dave you remember. Did he always have these fantasies? Or was it all implemented into his mind? You try to remember what was most successful in the past to get him off and curse yourself for never wanting to please him with your mouth. You really don't know much about the best moves. Maybe massaging his testicles will help, you decide, and are rewarded with a deep moan and a hard twitch of his shaft between your lips.

Still, you need to work for quite a while as your husband seems to have problems ejaculating today. No wonder... what did Blanche mention earlier about how long and how often the two of them did it? Your jaw starts to hurt and your neck feels stiff when he finally groans and moans in a deep, hoarse pitch, and then, seconds later, shoots the sticky cum into your throat. You gulp it all down obediently and then gasp for air.

For a brief moment, you are suddenly again convinced that this is your rightful place and you are the obedient, demure housemaid. Immediatly, your nether regions start getting warm and damp. You curse silently and try to pull yourself out of this. It would all be soooo easy, you realize. You could just... give in. Give in and be happy. And get lots of hot sex as a reward...

Dave snores. You **** yourself out of that dream.

It's time to leave the house, as quick as possible. You are on the run, and you need to make some plans.

How do you even stand a chance against a big corporation and a whole conspiracy system?