As instructed, we slidthe scroll underneath the third, unlit candle. Next, we both heldhands and visualized the changes that we wished upon Carol. B...thof us concentrating on what would be. After a couple of minutes,we lit the third candle and recited the chant written along thebottom of the scroll. Our Latin wasn't very good, but somehow wemuddled through it .Upon speaking the last word . . . the flames of the candles began toburn brighter. And then in unison, extinguished. Again, I'm sure now that she was blinded by the money ... millions of dollars that would soon be in her wild spending fingers!We had a great 'goodbye' fuck on Saturday morning. It was an old fashioned gentle lovemaking, the kind we used to share together in the happier early years of our marriage, and for a minute I thought that she had developed a bout of conscience and perhaps was even ready to confess. Something inside her seemed to have clicked, as if she now realized what exactly she was. By insisting on calling it a cock, Carol twisted my desire, and there was no way in hell that I was going to do what she asked. I fought with my brain, but I couldn't get around the truth of her words.The smile on her face as she pushed back promised that I was going to regret my failure to act. She sat up and brought the toy to her lips."You have no idea what you're missing out on," she teased, and then she swallowed the entire length of the toy. She swirled her tongue around it, and then. The man wasn't moving, and Bobby didn't know if he was in trouble or not.So he just stood there and held her. Her torn dress covered her back, as it was still whole across her shoulders, but her naked front was pressed against him. He knew that, yet he didn't think of her in the same way he thought of doing this with Meg. He did not get erect.Bobby began to suspect more and more that he was in trouble. He'd spoken to the fat woman, but not to anyone else. Maybe he could still get away with.