Inside the master suite she saw the glow of a soft light from a nightstand. What she saw next made her catch her breath. Leaning closer, she saw Mrs. ...icole Simpson up on her knees on her bed, naked, while Mr Mark Simpson was fucking her from behind. She felt her throat go dry as she watched, knowing she shouldn't.She nearly jumped when she saw Marks hand draw back and then slap his wife on the ass. Nicole screamed, then moaned as Mark rubbed where he slapped. A few minutes later, he slapped. Far out at sea she thought she heard something, only for a moment. A drone of engines, the insect hum of war machines. For a moment the sweat stood on her face, she knitted her brows angrily together and pressed her palm against that wondrous heart, as if to keep guard over. Then the pent-up air burst from her lungs. Damn her, Onihime-kami, where was She? That noise, that hum, it did not repeat itself. What a curious experience: to be sitting alone in a doomed building, one she knew that. Tables and booths lined the exterior walls, tucked under shadowy stone arches; each alcove lit by a different pastel-colored light. The air was warm and filled with the happy drone of conversation. There were people, but it didn’t feel crowded. There was music, but it wasn’t loud. Her Vicodin-induced euphoria seemed to be hitting its apex.“Some are here to find friends. Some are here to find themselves,” she said in a sing-songy voice then cupped the back of her hand to her mouth. “Most are. He was to live with us. The news of his arriving filled me with joy, perhaps this could be the opportunity I was dying for!From the day one of his arrival, I did my best to attract him. I used to throw my dupatta down and wear low cut dress and when walking past him shake my choot a bit in a sexy manner. This did have effect and he wanted to be close to me as far as possible.It must have been third or fourth day. I decided to seduce him into bed. Previous to that he had told that he was good in.