*The Beauty Sleeping In His Arms*

Allison had pulled the trousers down from her husband and pulled his d*ck out for Ophelia to see. "What - - -," Ophelia had a lot to say about the situation, but instead, she stomped her foot in frustration and turned around to exit the damn house hastily. Once out of the house, she began to get impatient as their loud moans made their way outside the house. "What kind of sick people are they?" she stepped away from them and rubbed her face in her hands, trying to get the image of that gross thing out of her mind. She knew that man was a sicko but didn’t believe his wife was just as bad as him. The world was weird and the people were obscene. Why would they force someone to watch something they don't approve of seeing? "Why did his wife want me to see all that?" she felt cursed and disgusted, that wasn't the worst part, they didn't even let her show them the permit letter. "Oh no! They will be full on---," as Ophelia wanted to go inside, her brain snapped along with a loud shriek from