About six months ago she woke up one morning and realized that she no longer loved me and just didn’t want to be with me any longer. Since then, day...by day she grew to like me less and less until it turned to almost downright hate. She could no longer live like that so the only answer was divorce. She was leaving me and this house and didn’t want any reminders of what was. She needed a clean break and wanted nothing from me except half of our meager savings and the equity in the house.I tried. Let’s not go beyond what we’ve done already.”“And what have we done so far?” I pointed the camera at her face.“You know very well what that is.”“Say it.”She shook her head. I waited. It only took ten seconds of silence before she gave in.“I let you see me naked.”“What else.”“You masturbated on me. I performed oral sex on you. And I let you force me to dress up like this.”“You forgot that you titty fucked me, didn’t you?”“Yes.” Her cheeks were bright red with burning shame.“And when you gave me. " There she stood, facing me, standing on her bed near the edge, with her hands clasped behind her head. She was no more than about twelve inches from me. I looked up into her eyes. She stood about a foot taller than me. "Don't move." She nodded. My eyes trailed down her body, down the smooth skin of her neck, over the curve of her shoulders and followed the slope of each breast to each prominent nipple. I reached my hands up and stroked them softly with my fingertips. Josephine let out a soft. He was a user under the impression that he was some kind of incredible fuck, the only reason I fell for him in the first place was because of the ‘Mr. Nice guy’ he pretended to be, and once I saw the lie he was living, I still couldn’t seem to see past what I thought was the ‘real’ him–someone caring and kind, not cold, who I should have patience with to someday open up emotionally, or at the very least get me off, the way he kept bragging he would. Anyway, to make a very long story short,.