He didn't like that, he didn't like that at all.She came back with the gloves and he snapped them on, pulling the envelope from under the wiper, holdi...ng it carefully by one corner. The flap wasn't licked and he flipped it open pulling out a single page of white paper. When he opened it, something fell out. He bent and picked it up. It was a driver's license. The last victim's driver's license.The note was brutal and to the point."Her blood is on your hands." Sooner, M."There was a pink heart. "That would be too much." They won't open up, unless you wanna go and bust down the door andfight them for our clothes."Having no choice, Marcus took off his swimming suit, and began to puton Dawn's clothes. He tried the panties first, looking at them andseeing a slight poopy track inside. "Ukky," he said, but they otherwisewere clean and smelled slightly of her perfume.He was surprised that they fit well, particularly as the pantiescovered his feminine behind.The bra was a surprisingly lacy. She always pushed them away if they go too far. But this time my stomach turned upside down as I watched my wife throw her head back laughing as she placed her arms around the guy's neck. Still I tried to remain calm as everybody else was pretty much dancing the same way. I went to the kitchen for another beer and when I returned a few seconds later the black guy was behind Ana, grinding his groin into my wife's ass cheeks, as she just bent forward slightly encouraging him. His hands were still. The primary reason I stopped here though was that it was taking over my life and I really need to focus on other things. Now, if I was making a living at this it would be an entirely different deal. I’d be much more careful about proofreading and there would be a lot more detail but I have no aspirations that will ever happen.I suppose some might say that Jessica is a gratuitous ego boost but it’s my story and my fantasy and if something like this were to ever happen in real life I’m sure it.