My husband Anthony Peters is so damn lazy. He also spends his days lounging on the couch doing nothing. The honey-do set is growing longer and more and not 1 thing gets ignored. I choose to venture out for the entire day to give him space and time to perform some of these chores but once I walk I see him still planted in his favourite spot – the sofa. I’m mad and I begin bitching and crying right away. Just what the hell did he really do all day! Suddenly he flips out and about grabs my arms wrestling me into a tight choke grip as he starts taping my torso together. He laughs as I disconnect and struggle while he just adds more tape. I´m yelling at him he grabs a filthy work sponge and forces it into my mouth putting it tightly with tons of pliers of the duct tape. I kick his shins drying to dig with my high heels but Anthony isn&intense;t phased with my efforts to prevent him and that he just adds more tape wrapping my chest up then my thighs. He places me on the floor and I struggle helplessly as he drinks his ice and watches me appreciating my predicament and plotting his next move. He straddles me begins taping around my head running the duct tape down to my elbows totally limiting the motion of my mind by placing me in a tight hogtape. He leaves me frustrated and helplessly struggling totally incapable to do anything whatsoever except roll about grunting and groaning.