But Chris ... I mean, I don't know if you're him, or if I ... killed him or something to make you..." He sighed. "It's not right. I have to try. If it...were the other way around..." It is the other way around!" she exclaimed. "You'd be killing me! And if I were Chris, under some spell ... well, how do you think he'd feel about you fucking him over and over?"He flinched. "I'll deal with that if I have to, I just..." He looked away. "I'm sorry, this is killing me." No, it's killing me," she. With all the gear aboard the vehicles we all climbed in and left. I rode with Helen as her van had all of my things.As we had been instructed we were driving around a bit before we went to the new location. We had been doing this for nearly twenty minutes when Helen said, "I think we picked up a tail. That light blue car about three back has been with us through two turns." Helen didn't say much but what she said was very clear, none of the street slang of the others.I moved to the rear of the. 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. We filled a basket with cans of lager and a bottle of vodka, mum's favourite tipple, a packet of burgers and some bread rolls too and he said."You take this as a gift for your lovely lady mother"She smiled at him and thanked him, then burst out laughing as he said in a stage whisper, "I'll overcharge him the next time he comes in!" He's nice isn't he?" Yeah, I suppose so, he fancies you though" He doesn't, he was just being friendly" Mum he could hardly take his eyes off your bum the whole time.