She was probably six feet tall and must have weighed close to 200 pounds.“The wedding ring too, sugar,” she said as she pointed toward my left han... with the knife.“No, please not my wedding ring,” I begged. “I’ll give you anything else, but please don’t take the ring.” The ring had been my grandmothers and the value while substantial was dwarfed by my sentimental attachment to it.“Anything huh,” my attacked said with a smirk as she considered my offer. “Okay baby,” she said. “Back in the. We needed to get them to come to our apartment“I am proud to say that Cindy did not get him to ask her before I got Sandy Hair to ask me. It took her a whole additional fifteen minutes. The four of us left together and went to our off-campus apartment. We had a couple more drinks and then retired for the night with our new found friends. We had two bedrooms even though we often only used one when we did not have a male companion.”“We continued to play our little game every few weeks if we were. .. I guessed that your husband was Pete Polson, the basketball player." That was him," Brenda grinned."I was a couple of years ahead of him but he was something to see. He made our team into a winner. Then, he went on to star in the pros. That didn't surprise any of us. Pete the Penetrator! He really was something to see."Brenda blushed at the old reference to Pete's college nickname. It didn't always refer to just his basketball skills, she remembered."Small world," Masterson said. Maybe even whoyou'll let kiss you, and who you'll kiss back, and whose cock will bethe first one you'll suck, and whose will be the first live meat to beburied between those rosy cheeks you only use now for sitting down, andfinally, who gets to take your cherry when your vagina is open forbusiness. Tomorrow we begin equipping you to carry on my affair withmy lover, my love. My proxy affair. Tomorrow begins my betrayal ofyou by you. Tomorrow I am going to begin fixing you good."She was.