Then, about a week ago, she'd had a bath, and on impulse she'd put on what she called her 'fuck me' underwear. She liked wearing it when she felt slut...ish — she'd bought it for the benefit of a lover she'd had a couple of years earlier. It consisted of a half bra and skimpy panties, made of black gauzy material that revealed her nipples and pubic hair, and her breasts swelled out of the bra cups, while the panties covered less than half the cheeks of her bottom, and diminished to a narrow strip. I hung back, close enough to hear what was going on but far enough not to be part of it. There was a long line of people ordering and waiting and my wife was doing her best. The looks on their faces when they saw her and smelled her were devastating. I hadnt let her sleep for the second night in a row and didnt let her wash up after fucking Ed and Joey. On top of that, her clothes had aged another day. She looked and smelled like a walking crotch. While I was there, several people cancelled. “Why don't you go make a wish in the fountain? After you do, you may cum.”Sun looked over her shoulder at all the people. “I...I have to...”Daddy nodded his head.Sun swallowed and pulled a coin out of her jean shorts pocket. She held it in her tight fist as she marched to the fountain, her ass swaying. I groaned and shifted on Daddy's cock, stirring it in my ass as Daddy pulled out his phone and tapped the screen, controlling our toys.“Oh, Daddy,” I gasped as the vibrator hummed louder.“You can. That would get Internal Affairs involved, they loved the dumb ones. Now Darnel was thinking a US Marshal had taken the girl, possibly after killing his Black King stooges. That left the question, why would a US Marshal use machetes? Because they could not be traced! That would change his approach, but the fake squad was still his best bet once he spotted the my Crown Vic plates. He would just have to tell his people to expect the driver to contest the stop. It also insured that he would not use.