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want me to do that, then it was because he intended to harm me somehow. But he gave me an address right away and I plugged away at my phone for a moment, preparing to send the address to my husband, with the caption:
    "Out visiting a friend. I'll be home later."
    But after I'd typed out the address and the caption, I hesitated. Something told me I could trust this strange man I was with, even though all the logical thought in the world should have told me not to. There should have been alarms going off in my head and I should have been terrified. But instead, all I wanted to do was spend the night with him. 
    I guess it was pretty crazy of me. But maybe I wanted something a little crazy in my life.
    I deleted the address from the text and sent just the caption, before putting my phone away.
    "So how long will it take to get there?" I asked.
    "Not too long," he said, "not in this thing."
    "How long have you had this thing?"
    "A few hours," he said, "just got it in the city today."
    "Wow," I said, "how do you know it'll work all the way there?"
    "I don't," he said, "there's a chance that it could fall apart on the highway and leave us stranded, or worse. I'm taking a chance with this thing. If you're not comfortable with that, I can take you back, if you like."
    "No, that's okay," I said, "I'm not afraid of a little risk."
    I tried to make myself believe it as I said it.
    The wind rushed by, whipping at our hair as we let the windows down and sailed down the highway to our mutual destination. 

The limousine took me right up to the front doors of the massive house in the field, coming to a stop at the end of a long, wide driveway. The entire estate was like a scene from a movie. It was so broad and impressive that you almost swore you were looking at a scene from a James Bond film, or something like that. Something where the villain would step out of the mansion to greet the captured protagonist.
    It occurred to me for a moment if that was a more apt analogy than I’d intended, if maybe I was the captured protagonist in all of this? After all, here was this man leading me down a path of sin and betrayal, turning me into something I’d never expected to become.
    Transforming me into his mistress.
    But I brushed the thought aside as the vehicle came to a halt in front of the steps that led to the door. I knew what I wanted, and I’d chosen to be this way. I’d chosen to come here, to get into the limo, all of it.
    I stepped out of the vehicle and was greeted immediately by my Secret, who came down the steps from the front door to greet me. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and a pair of dark pants, as if he’d just come home from work and was in the process of undressing. At least I hoped that was the case.
    “Hello there,” he said, “Did everything go well?”
    “Yes, we just drove straight here. No worries.”
    “That’s good.,” he said, before turning to address the rolled down window of the limousine driver, “that’ll be all.”
    The window rolled back up and the limousine pulled away from the steps as smoothly and quietly as it had pulled away from the curb.
    “What do you want to do now?” I asked, jokingly. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I wanted it as well. He smiled down at me and gestured toward the front door.
    “Come inside,” he said, “I need to get those clothes off of you immediately.”

My tongue began in his mouth, but soon he pressed forward and invaded my mouth as well. We opened our lips wider as we sucked and licked at each other, and suddenly I felt a great need swelling inside me. I took hold of his cock with one hand and felt him jump a little from the shock of it. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to be so confident after the picture I’d painted for him of my life had been so shrewd. I didn’t blame him; I wasn’t expecting it any more than he was. But I never regretted the decision, least of all as I pulled his pants down around his legs and lowered myself to his