Jim opened the door and before we could even jump on him, he gave us the signal to stay and be quiet. So we did.Then he put something down on the floo... where it was looking right into Jim and Cheryl's room. I think it was something that made pictures of what was going on; I'd seen Jim use it before when we went on rescue and recovery jobs, and later, he showed it on the TV, what we did. It was weird, 'cause the dogs in the pictures didn't have any smell. Jim said it was me, but I didn't see. I had thought the wife was safely passed out in the four poster bed upstairs, but then I spied her watching us doing it doggie style from the doorway of the family room. She was wearing only her bra and her panties because that is what we left on her when we had undressed her in her semi-conscious state of mind after the party.I remembered her panties looked a little damp in the crotch and I wondered if she had been fooling around with one of the guys at the party. Of course, even if she was. A couple of the guys were quite interesting.This message was from one of those guys. He was particularly articulate, and had written several stories for her. That was especially fun, to have someone writing pornographic stories starring you! His stories were well crafted, although the ideas weren't terribly original. And he had a tendency to idolize you, waxing romantic in his letters, sometimes more romantic than you were entirely comfortable with. But his letters were always flirtatious. This sounded pre-emptive; it had to happen now. I was going to hold her to that commitment; she would explain.Entering the area with the dogs, I started explaining to her why the steps were used in my approach. It didn’t seem important on the ranch, but here, thinking about how to bring a new woman to b********y, it occurred to me that there really were rational steps that could be used for that introduction. The rest of the group went on to the cottages, so this would be just Sylvia, me, and.