She said oh God please keep going, and I realized she was very close to her pain threshold, but unlike most people who would look for a break, she wan...ed more. I had witnessed this before and just kept on working, no faster or harder, just kept on. I worked along a line that went over the shoulder and down her arm, a very sensitive area and Natasha moaned. I continued working, she adjusted herself and as I resumed I could feel the heat of her skin and feel the ever so slight rocking in the. It would be cruel, but at least I would have known. Known enough to try and put it behind me and move on with my life. But not knowing meant that I couldn't. My imagination would fill in the blanks, and there were an awful lot of blanks. I spent hours driving around the streets of our town, searching for a glimpse of her. I sat in my car, two hundred yards from her parents house for hours on end. The possibility that she was there or would call on them was the hope that kept me there. All to. Not hearing any complaints from me, she began to wear her very short, nearly transparent t-shirt with no panties to watch TV. I was sure she was occasionally flashing pussy in Dean’s direction. I also noticed she would often ‘forget’ to close our bedroom door while she was getting dressed. One morning, as I was returning to the bedroom after being downstairs, I saw Dean leaning against our door frame grinning as he watched something in the bedroom. When he saw me, he said good morning and. ”“Threaten me all you like,” he spat. “You cannot touch me any more than I can touch you. Not until you step outside that shield.”“How could you possibly know that?”“Do you think me so stupid that I did not read the shield when I arrived? I had to know what I was up against.” He looked up and around at the shield separating us. “It is very well built. It keeps anyone intending you harm from crossing or casting spells past it, but it also keeps you from casting spells at anyone outside of the.