Nothing on the bed. Nothing under the bed. Nothing in the closet (he knew that kids often hid from the fire). This room was clear thankfully. He shut ...the door and put a mark on it so others would know it was clear. He moved on to the next room, performing the same search with the same results. The third and finally fourth bedrooms were similarly searched. The top floor seemed to be clear. Maybe they had made it out! He opened the window in the last bedroom to let some of the smoke and heat out. It matched her mood, as she clutched her thin robe tightly round her body, as if in doing so, she could keep out the driving rain that lashed against the window panes. It was one of those days when the wind and rain whistled round the eaves, creating a cacophony of strange sounds.The window panes shook and rattled, as they were intermittently being lashed with rain and wind. It was the type of day she would have liked to stop in bed and in the warm. But not today she had things to do. Her. She had beautiful long black hair and was as submissive a female that one could find in Western society. Her husband knew he was lucky to find her and he was extremely jealous if she even looked at another man with a direct look regardless how innocent. He regularly spanked her buttocks with accusations of flirtatious behavior. In all honesty, Suzuki loved every minute of it and would not have it any other way. She sometimes schemed of ways to make her husband "correct" her behavior with his. I don’t really remember our “date” but it involved dinner, drinking, and not much else. I was always in a hurry to end the “date” and get back to the house for the after dinner treat. After the night was over we were back at my place by 10 or so. I wasn’t really in the mood to fuck, having cum twice already that day, but I figured if I’m going to take someone on a “date” then they sure as fuck are going to put out. So I stripped her down and phoned in her orgasam by fingered her until she.