" Fetishes?" he croaked. His face was beginning to show the stress fractures of a disintegrating composure."Yeah, Luke, fetishes. I'd say that thirty ...uck films, all with the same theme, qualified as a fetish." I, I don't know anything about any fetish," he stammered, staggered by her shockingly casual use of the "f" word."Maybe you ought to get to know your friends better; you know, investigate, find out what they're into, before you go offering to hide their stuff for them."While she was. She noted that he was nearly too tall for the bed, but she was able to shackle his wrists and ankles to the corners of the headboard and footboard. Tom may have noticed the rings on the bed designed just for this purpose, and similar ones mounted at several points on the walls, but if he did he knew better than to mention them. He knew that he was not to speak at all unless specifically allowed to by his mistress. Liz let him lie on the bed, silent, in the total darkness provided by the maskLiz. .?"My answer was ready for his hinting question."Yes, I think so, Mick. Perhaps, yes"We left the bar and headed downtown to his place. He kissed me in the cab. The cabbie watched us in his mirror as I kissed Mick back and my hand reached between his legs and I cupped his package. I felt his cock harden as I rubbed and had to reach down and adjust my own cock which had stiffened uncomfortably inside my tight jeans. Once in his apartment, we sat on his couch with a couple of beers. Mick asked me. My stomach flipped over, I was dizzy with both lust and jealousy. I didn't know what to answer her."O ..O .Yeah ... Okay" was all I could muster. I felt like an idiot.With that remark she walked off toward the back of the theater. My wife emerged a few minutes later, walking down the aisle toward my seat with a definite change in her appearance. Her bra had been removed and her tits jiggled playfully under her white top. The fullness of my wife's braless breasts was evident as they danced.