.. hungry... “I’ve been working up the courage to do this all day,” she said coyly, “and now I only have a couple hours...”“Better cancel ...hat you have planned in a couple hours, Amy...”“I can’t – my husband is taking me on this big evening cruise party thing for his top sales reps. I can’t get out of it.”“Hmm ... well, we can do a lot in two hours,” Ryan said, slipping off his boxers right there in the entry way, “but you know I’ll just barely be getting started by then.”Two minutes later,. Julie shook her head, and looked away. Andrew went back to his plate and finished eating, and drank the cup down. Julie didn’t say anything, and soon, Andrew took out his sleeping bag, he had started reading the book she had been reading, then he shut his eyes and went to sleep. Julie couldn’t believe it, how could Andrew sleep now? After what he had done. She was cold, she could see an extra blanket, but that was out of her range, and she fell into a light troubled sleep. The next morning,. You're tied to a chair in some elaborate knots and can't move anything except your hand which is now wrapped around your cock."Where the fuck am I?" your voices quietly echoes."The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"The source of the voice starts to move closer to your chair and a masked figure of ambiguous sex steps in front of you."The what?" you say."The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"You've never heard of this fetish-oriented society before. Naturally, this makes you. What was Angela thinking of? She knew I was supposed to be away for eight weeks. She suggested eight weeks, but she's calling me after six weeks ... Did she contact Inward Bound and ask for me back to work on the RAE submission? And then there is the sinister reference to 'The Americans'. That must have been the Agency. She hasn't called since. Ha! I guess she's had something else to think about. A wide smile breaks out across my face. I'm sure I can rely on Connie! In fact I have never felt.