A moment later, a woman appeared, standing on the path that was lit, andshe looked at me for a long moment before she spoke.She might have been pretty...once, but it was clear she had lived a hardlife - signs of bruises on her face, and far more care and worry lines aswell.Finally, she spoke."I'm you, in case you're wondering. I'm the you you might have been if youhad been born female." But what happened to you, to us? You look ..." As a child, you watched your mother get into an abusive. "Yeah... it feels so good... so fucking good." I said. he smiled , still looking at me, "Fuck me... fuck me like you love it... come on …. fuck me please?" he said. I started pounding him, my cock sliding all the way back til all that remained in him was the head of my cock, and then thrusting all the way back in him until my balls were up against his ass. "mmhm… fuck me! fuck my ass just like that! mmhm!!" he moaned. Both of us getting louder and louder as every minute went by. "Fuck... Im. ” She leaned over and kissed me again, “Why don’t you make some tea for us and a coffee for Abe?” she asked. “Abe takes two sugars.” Another cuckold ritual was now facing me. Taking your wife and her lover a cup of tea or coffee next morning was another humiliation that cuckolds get put through. Many times I have read about the cuckold doing this, now it was my turn. At least I wasn’t going to be faced with the aftermath of a night of sex. Trish got up and went back to the bedroom and I. 'one last thing' he said and took a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and securely cuffed my hands behind my back,' excellent' he said and then led me down the hall, through a door and down, down into the basement.As he led me into the basement room I was faced with a crowd of men, probably about 15, stood around in the lowlit room drinking cocktails that were being served by two girls in maids uniforms (except these uniforms came with slutty hi heels and skirts so short you could see.