I guess in my mind, a suicide is preceded by outcries from the person, signs of ‘I need help’ or whatnot. It didn’t happen. There were no ‘sig...s’, in fact I’d say everything seemed to be getting better, healing, picking up majorly. It was a ruse though damn you. You showed everyone what they expected to see, what they wanted to see, why couldn’t you just let us see what was really going on in your mind and heart! I’m your best friend, practically your brother, and I was the one who found you. I. Then the camera captures her quickly putting on a sandal color dress and moving in front of the mirror. “Cut” shouted Rahul, after which he went and set up the camera in front of Dona. “Okay, babe, now act like you are adjusting your dress by standing in front of the camera while I record your act.”“Okay, hun.”Rahul started to record again, and he focused on showing how seductively the housewife was dressed.“Just a minute,” Dona said, pretending to shout out at the plumber waiting by the door.. She pulled an ottoman, (a type of bedroom chest), into the middle of the floor and told me to lay down on it. I was on my knees, my body draped over the ottoman, my hands cuffed and in front of me. I felt a smack on my buttocks, then another, it stung! She told me tostand up and remove my panties as she couldn't get a good hit at my arse. I stood up and dropped the panties to the floor, my hard on sticking out like a beacon, she bent down and kissed my knob, then took my cock into her mouth,. I placed the towel over my head and shoulders and began rubbing the water off my body. My wife leaned over and took my hard cock into her mouth. As her lips slid over the shaft of my cock I used my towel to dry her back. The way she had her body angled allowed me to also use the towel to dry the water off her ass. Once dry I let go of the towel and let it fall to the floor. With one hand I reached down and behind her, running my fingers across her anus, stopping briefly and lightly run circles.