I'm standing in the kitchen cooking dinner when clyde comes in from work. He stops and takes in my appearance. A smile creeps across his face and he comes close to wrap his arms around me. He whispers in my ear and begins to lift my dress. As the fabric skims across my thighs up to my belly, a shiver runs through me. He kisses my neck and begins to fondle my bottom. He makes a grunt of disapproval and I know its because I'm wearing panties.
Suddenly, I hear a rip, then another as my panties fall to the floor. I look down and see a knife in his hand. The look on his face is my undoing and I feel wetness seep into my folds and trickle my thighs.
He smiles at me and walks away to let me finish my task.