My jacking plan immediately came back to me in the form of my swelling dick, an effect Mike always has on me. I never knew when Mike would be up for a... bate session, so I tried to put him out of my mind and turned my thoughts instead to how I was going to be able to get it up again that evening for jack number three. I needed a plan. I decided I would go directly home, undress, relax with a glass of wine, fire up some porn and hope, hope, hope I could crank off another one. As I thought about my. When they checked out shetold him she would see him about five-thirty. He decided he needed a new shirt so he stopped and got a sportshirt that he really liked. He was nervous and wondered why. Hewouldn't admit to himself that he was in love. It took Betty over an hour to select what she was going to wearfor tonight. She thought and wondered if she was in love with himbut then decided it was just infatuation. There was no way it waslove. He arrived with a bottle of red wine and more. I caught my skirt on the corner of a file cabinet drawer and ripped a big, three corner tear in it and it was one of my favorite skirts, too. Naturally.Then add to that, the rep for one of my major ad accounts called and said the last work-up suggestion was unacceptable. The work-up needed to be redone. He wanted the redo available by Monday morning. God Damn.If that still wasn't enough, ten minutes before quitting time, Fred handed me a package that he wanted taken care of before I left. SHIT!. That was my Sherrie, all right. Blame everyone but the two people who committed the adultery.Cal, Melissa, and I talked for another hour or so before I left. Their eighteen-month old baby needed attention and I wouldn't have been good company at dinner, though they tried hard to get me to stay.Three and a half months into the "negotiations," the question of the pictures I'd taken of Sherrie and Blondie came up. Sherrie was afraid I was going to put them on the Internet. Their suggestion was a.