.. And jealous.Anyway, a week later, the campus bar was doing a themed night, doctors and nurses. Now if you've ever been to a campus theme night, you...ll know it's just an excuse to see which girls can dress the sluttiest.I was not going to lose this one.My outfit was about as far from the standard nurses uniform as you could get: Black shoes, black stockings, black panties, black garter belt, black bra...and a blue hat with a red cross on it. I was practically naked.We got in, ordered some. And in the morning when I woke we were on opposite sides of the bed, facing away. I don't think she knew I'd forgiven her, and I still hoped she'd forgiven me.That Friday I decided how to deal with it. I showed up for dinner in my red leather mini and black net stockings, and the black fuzzy sweater I wore for my big night out on the town, when I almost got laid and officially certified a BiGirl in fact. And my straight black wig, and all the cheap jewelry. The same outfit I'd worn to the. I walked into the master bedroom, but no sign of Ana or Mark. I noticed the bathroom door was closed; then I heard Anita moan a little from inside. Then I heard a distinctive male grunt also…A painful erection started to grow in my pants as I stealthily cracked the bathroom door a few inches. What I saw was one of my wildest fantasies come to life: my sexy Ana was bent over the sink, ass in the air, being fucked hard and fast from behind by my old friend.They were both facing away from the door. I must have looked like an ice cream sandwich , me a little white Canadian woman between two big black men. Marc started out and not even 30 seconds later one guy put his arm around me and pulled me close, I said hey knock it off but wouldn't let go. Marc was about to protest when Lamont pulls out a knife and tells him that if I didn't behave he was going to cut us up. I instantly realized the dilemma we were in and had already resolved to my fate. Now even though I had started out being a.