’ ‘When I got home I noticed her clothes were gone along with most of her other stuff. I didn’t see her for a month. They wouldn’t let me on t...e property where she worked. I sat outside hoping to catch her as she was leaving but never saw her car.’ ‘Then one day she called me to talk about the divorce. I cried and begged her to talk to me. We met at The Golden Corral, she told me I had to pay. She wouldn’t let me talk until after we were done eating. She wanted to know if I was going to fight. Now, I was able to communicate with my core and the core of my familiar through some sort of weird signals. It was rudimentary at best, consisting of nothing more than vibrations of the chords connecting me to my core, but it was a promising start. Even the chords themselves had grown stronger, resembling trunks of banyan trees rather than simple ropes.“Are you done?”I wasn’t as connected to my core as I would have liked if all it took to break through my meditative state were just those three. I heard Sheila moaning in both pain and pleasure. She reached up and began to twist her hard nipples. Then she felt close to climax.She asked me if I would allow her to come…I shook my head and she whimpered in frustration. Then I pushed my dick deeper in her rectum; stretching her again, causing her an intense pain.She cried like crazy, but I kept sodomizing her deeply, without any regard to her discomfort, pumping her ass in a wild way…Then Sheila’s body began to shake as her orgasm. We were driving home on a Tuesday night from a blacktie Dinner in Chicago, my company sponsored. It wasstill early but my wife was already tipsy and I was alittle buzzed. I had her little black dress unzippedand had her tits out. The dress was a very simple blackmicro mini, and it was very low cut in the front withspaghetti straps. It showed off her huge tits. Theblack dress looked good against her skin and it lookedsmaller than it was because she is a good size.She loved to have her nipples.