I promised to avoid telling you, so please, don't tell her I betrayed her- and please, come to the restaurant!"I slammed the phone down without signin... off, and went to garner supportfrom my wives.Sheila and Barbara were highly amused that Veronica was plottingsomething,, and being genuine females, they were convinced that it wouldbe fun, and immediately started to look forward to the surprise - Myhopes of support evaporated - I was to be given up as a lamb to theslaughterer.- - - -As a. "Sarah?" Dad said. "Hi, it's Don Campbell." Hi, Don," I replied like I wasn't expecting the call. "How are youdoing?" I'm doing well," he replied. I doubt Josh would be able to, but I couldhear the humor in his voice at our faked conversation. "Listen," my dad said. "I'm here with Josh Holliday. He has somethingexciting he wants to tell you." Hi, Sarah," Josh said, confirming my suspicions that Dad was using thespeaker phone. "Hi, Josh," I replied. I wasn't quite sure what to say to him. We'd. She tried to be coy about it so she could look without me catching her. She kept stealing glances every chance she got. I wasn't wearing shorts under my jeans and she could see the shape of it pretty well as it pushed out making a very obvious bulge. I should add here that I probably get a lot of looks because I am lucky enough to have an eight inch cock that is pretty big around.The next time she came to work my wife was going to be gone and it would be she and I alone. Knowing this, and quite. .yet....it is sooo dangerous....how will he (she?) use the pictures??I text back "I can't if I don't know who you are"I hit send and set the phone on top of the courtesy box, reaching for my belt. I know what I am going to do...I open my belt and the top of my uniform pants before sitting down on the toilet. My hands are shaking as I reach for the top of my boots. My phone sits silently.I kick my boots off and then stand back up....I push my uniform down my thighs half way and then my.