She asked me why I'd asked such a question, and accused me of cheating on her.Robert had asked Margaret and she had said that she wouldn't do it under...any circumstance. So we decided that swapping was not going to be voluntary thing. We kept thinking about it though, and finally came up with a plan.We had to do this - I was thinking about fucking Margaret all the time now. It was affecting my work because I couldn't sleep. Robert said he felt the same way; he wanted to bend my wife Stacey over. ..Oh God.I deduced that these must be brigands; the criminal thugs that Christine had warned me about, men who wore no uniform and expressed no loyalty either to cause or country. These types were brutes, criminals, bullies: the kind that prospers in times of anarchy.I kept to the shadows, out of the way, but then I saw that one of the soldiers was dragging a woman in his wake. She was wearing a green satin dress with a tight, pointed bodice. The neck was cut square and low, and the front had. Reggie said he left itin a safe place though," Lacey said. "Time to remove your girlieunderwear..." She saw the sissy flinch and move back. "What's wrongsissy? Do you want to keep it on?" She knew the pain removing the brawould cause so watched on as it started nodding defeatedly. "Ok but youmight as well keep the heels on too if you love wearing your sexylingerie!" Ruth now got involved. "That means we can only remove the hookbut you did seem to enjoy that too...." Vicki approached from behind. “If that’s just Alfred being clumsy I’ll murder him.” She muttered to herself as she reached the next corner. She stepped round it slowly, and froze in horror. It had been Alfred, but only because he was now on the floor. His head covered in blood having been smashed open by someone. Stacey stepped backwards, her hand on her mouth. Then a man appeared from the room next to Alfred’s body. He spotted her and she felt his gaze burn into her. She was frozen to the spot, too terrified to.