I paid my tab and left the bar.The parking lot had thinned out a good deal since I had entered. It was quite and I made my way a little unsteadily to...my car. I was enjoying the feel of the night air on my stocking clad legs and the clinking sound of my heels as I crossed the pavement. I didn't even notice the man until he stepped out of the shadows. He had a knife in one hand and a gym bag in the other. "Keep your mouth shut and everything will be alright. Do you fucking understand,. To get it in deeper, I moved my legs up and continued shoving it in and out of my pussy. Just as I was about to cum the bedroom door suddenly flung open. For a split second my heart leaped into my throat and I thought the impossible had come true. Instead of the goddess I was hoping would be waiting for me in the doorway, it was my boyfriend, looking slightly drunk but still sober enough to recognize what was going on. He let out a low whistle then grinned at me. My cheeks were flushed bright. First she removed her saree, and she was looking dam sexy with her blouse and petticoat fully wet and they were sticking to her skin. Then she removed her blouse and water was running between her cleavage.Then she removed her petticoat and was standing with a transparent panty & a matching bra. She was searching for a towel and as she was not able to find one, i was sure that she will come out to the hall to take one and hence I just turned 180 degrees facing the other side. Then she found that. After all, if one Merchant House was attacked, and its rival was spared, it was prima facie evidence that the other house was involved in the attack, right? Or at least could have gone some way to condone it.I had become used to being the one who could figure things out. Being a ghost in the machine, prior to my Neural Regeneration surgery meant that I had endless hours and endless curiosity to spend in investigating pet theories, and allowed me access into places I shouldn’t really be in to.