Well on the day of the shoot I left for work but I knew my mind wouldn't be on my job. I'd be thinking of how my little wife was going to be used by a...l those hard cocks. The day seemed to drag on and at just after three I told my guys I was leaving early. At home I mixed a strong drink and tried to calm my nerves down. It was right at seven when I heard the garage door opener raise the door on her side of the garage. I stood up and met her at the kitchen door. She looked tired and her hair was. That's what she should be doing.Still, I don't look forward to a weekend alone.That afternoon, I go by Jane Conway's place. She has a big house in the Southwest, and is expecting me. I lay out the photos and give her the bare bones. She sees the hundreds, her hundreds, going to Dana.I don't have to say much. The photos say it all."Any questions?" I ask gently."Just one," she says with a rueful smile. "Do you do paid killings?"I chuckle. No, it's not the first time I've been asked, and I realize. So much so that he had to leave town. I didn’t see him for years but gradually he picked himself up, got a new business going which led him to visit an old client. We were both pleased to see him, he stayed with us for three days. On the last night the two of us went out for a pint at the local. Beer went down well, as did the memories but as the drink kicked in he opened up. Said things about his wife, what she had done, how it had destroyed him. He confessed that he hadn’t been able to get up. He didn't put it back immediately; he squeezed it, pulled the nipple, and brushed imaginary dirt from it, getting a cheer from the boys. He got the biggest cheer when he saw a spot on it and tried to lick it off. He was licking my nipple.I quit playing pool after that and began looking for you. No one had seen you, or so they said, and when I finally found you, you were kissing Jenna, AND playing with her breasts. You were playing with her breasts and I couldn't get you to look at mine earlier..