Saturday dawned and then dragged by very slowly. I ran a bath, shaved and generally tarted myself up as best as I was able. I had a light brunch, chec...ed and double-checked the train times on the Internet, repeatedly read through my e-mails and then tried to kill time by watching a film on television. Then, after a couple of sandwiches for tea, it was suddenly time to go. A short train journey and a brisk five-minute walk later and I stood outside the pub where our meeting would occur. Heart. If she hadn’t been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes that could melt a heart. Her body was toned and muscular from dancing, and it was well known that she was a ballerina in her spare time. It was quite a feat, considering her bust was 36 C, maybe a little bigger. She was a knockout, a model in the making. Brittany and Jenna weren’t ugly. My wifeseemed to detect it and fixed me with her eyes, almost daring me to notcontinue writing. I sniffled and my hand quivered, but I went on,including what I desperately wanted to exclude.I wrote, "My lovely wife makes me kiss her pussy every morning. Maybeshe should make me kiss her ass, too. Make me kiss it very intimately."She sneered at me and said, "Well, Wendy. What did you write? Pleasetell me."Nervously licking my lips, I read in my wispy girl voice the words Iwished I could. The wife will want the tape for evidence to divorce her husband and the court will make you give it up." I guess that is a chance I will have to take."I explained to Mary what I had in mind, requesting that she contact the four women. I said I would see to getting the men there for Saturday, which was three days away. I ran into Rena. She said that Mary had refused to press any charges against Bob, and all he was being charged with was drunk and disorderly."He was still in jail for lack of.