He died a little every hour of his life, but the final hours were obvious. He gurgled as he gasped for air. We heard his moans for help, although we h...d closed the glass door to shield us from them. Not due to pure immorality, but because we couldn’t do anything. It is terrible to hear a man gasp for air. To hear him drown when he is not submerged. We watched the monitor as his heart deteriorated under the stress, we wagered money on his remaining time, we talked about children, wives, school,. His head rests on my shoulder for second. “You are soaked.” “Yes, baby.” He slides his hand out and pushes my pants down to my ankles in one move. He steps back admire my ass, round and thick. It’s wide and soft. Perfect for a good ass fucking. My knees nearly buckle when I feel his breath on my ass just as he leans into kiss my ass cheek. He keeps kissing all over my ass until I am breathless. I find myself leaning over more as he kisses down my cheeks and over the crack of my ass. His. I’m a perfectly upstanding Japanese-American dual citizen, as it happens. Bet that you didn’t know that my father was American, did you? Of Japanese descent himself, but still very much an American. Still, I play up to such gossip, wanting to seem dangerous in a way. It helps, especially if there are no actual allegations of crime, just vague suggestions that I’m associated with the most notorious criminal syndicate in all of Asia.“That being said, I enjoy my reputation and the rumors and the. They really will.’ ‘Oh God!’ she sobbed. ‘I feel so awful!’ I slid across the seat to be nearer her and put my arm around her. I was surprised and thrilled when she moved against me and buried her head against my chest. Her wild, soft, hair tickled my face and made my skin tingle. Gently, I rubbed her back and let her cry. Finally, the sobbing grew softer, and she quieted. She took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at me. ‘Really,’ I said. ‘Things will be all right.’ ********** She was.