She was on the phone when I came up and she told the caller to hold on a second. She covered the mouthpiece up and said, "You'll never guess who's on ...the phone asking about you." I shrugged my shoulders and stood there looking at her. "It's Renee" she said. Not even asking, I reached over and took the receiver out of her hand. "Hey, beautiful. I've really missed you. How are you?” A few minutes of small talk and I finally got my nerve up. "We have to meet somewhere," I stammered. She paused. There were close ups of my fully erect cock; pictures of the swollen head; my cock and balls; and pre-cum running out and down the shaft. I watched her enthusiasm and excitement taking pictures of my cock from every angle for her friends. “Here, put my vibrator next to it so they can see how big you are.” “Take a picture with my hand around it.” Then she wanted her “proof” picture. I suggested we take another picture just like the one we had just taken. “Put the ring on your finger, wrap. "Oh my God yes," said Harry excitedly as he realised that Hailey was about to get fucked as she blew him and encouraged Sam, "That's it good boy, fuck your mistress, good boy." Sam had already started to show and rose up gripping Hailey's hips and levering himself in, stabbing wildly trying to find his target. It wasn't helped by Hailey shifting around, thwarting his aim and just as he was about to give up she stopped moving. "Either you let him or I will send this video to your husband,". Joan’s parting thoughts were all about Deirdre. “Please, Terry, don’t be rash, or act out of anger. Be calm and careful every step of the way. Time is on your side, and the longer your delay, the less likely it will be that anyone would connect you as a suspect.”She was right but that was a conversation I was not willing to have with her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. My motives were purely logical. To avoid there being any link between me and what was coming for Deirdre, I had to keep any.