She exhaled and almost lost control. It was too good to be true she thought to herself. She still believed this must have been the effect of the poiso.... A psychedelic chemical that caused hallucinations perhaps? But this seemed too real to be a hallucination. She could feel them, smell and taste them. If this were just a hallucination she had a completely wrong understanding of “hallucination”. As thoughts of possible explanations for everything were running through her head she was snapped out. I actually liked this about her – always doing whatever she wanted. Sure, it was rude, but that was her. As she climbed the stairs, I watched her back, legs and peachy bum moving higher as she got closer to the top. I sighed to myself and a smile appeared on my face. As she had come straight from work, she was still wearing her navy blue pants and light blue uniform top, emblazened with school logo. I filled the kettle, took out two cups from the cupboard and sat down in the kitching, waiting. ?Please Master, I humbly beg you to please stop! I.. I can?t take much more.??Tears now fell from her eyes, and she sniffled lightly. ? He slowly stopped tickling her clit. ?I willshow you mercy this time My slut.. However, next timeI won?t be as kind as to just tickle you until you cannot stand it. Do youunderstand me?? His voice was a bit rough as he warned her.? She nodded slowly and turned her head to tryand wipe her tears on the pillow.? ?Goodgirl.? Though due to your mistake, Iwasted. (Oh yes?) It went on for a while, with rows and accusations of who's fault it all was and then he suddenly upped, left and went to live with her. We split almost exactly eight years to the day from being married in Essex.Our divorce was bad, lots of insults and accusations then flew around both ways. I felt a pervert over some of the things he said to me and threatened to bring up. I didn't even fight for half the boatyard but he was fair with the house I suppose, he let me keep it and I gave.