His hand went under her skirt, his finger probing her nest. Her eyes were downcast. She made no offer to resist."Still tight, eh Ellen?" he smiled. "L...t's just get one thing straight. You work for me now!"A second finger joined the first. He hooked his fingers inside her and painfully yanked her to her knees. She gasped, but offered no resistance. Sitting in his chair, he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look him in the eyes."Don't expect to pull down any of that fancy money here.. I quickly placed the bottle on the desk and instantly turned to leave.“Who fuckin’ told you, you could leave, boy?” he asked in an annoyed tone. “You need to learn some manners, boy,” he concluded, as I sheepishly turned to face him.Mr. Naudé now really began to fondle his dick and balls as he glared at me. With his hand firmly around his cock, his thumb commenced caressing the tip of his moist uncut knob. The intensity of his gaze made me excitedly uncomfortable. After a lengthy fondle, as his. Once he had stepped his foot on the Widelands, it was as the elders had said it would be: A flat and uninviting country, with low grass and trees few and afar; the sounds of animals and birds lost in an emptiness that defied the senses and made one humble and awestruck.Then he saw the True Path in all its glistening beauty and perfection, as unblemished as it had stood since the first Pilgrimage, so long ago in ages past but never forgotten. He was witnessing the path to his own destiny and. .. but this guy was from out of town, and she had kept in contact with him since that night. The very next day after I kicked her ass out of the house, she made plans to go visit him in New York, got herself a plane ticket and everything. Wow, she was really all broken up about our marriage being over wasn’t she?Fast Forward to Today and Feedback from Readers Please!Well due in part to her remorse and regret, and due in part to that I am a pathetic loser and a glutton for punishment, I forgave.