“Does it turn you on, Sheila?”Sheila was thinking, “This can’t be. There’s no way I could ever want to look this way!”Then, she heard hers...lf answering, “Yes, It makes me want to cum again. Can I please, Master?”“You may diddle yourself while you play with your hair.” John said, stepping back to watch.Sheila began to take over, lifting her own hair, turning her head from side to side. Studying it with a c***dlike fascination, almost like she couldn’t believe it was now part of her. Her fingers. But she was odd in some ways too. His refusing her "one teeny little request, please, for me, just because I want you to is why," now looked as if it was going to destroy everything they'd been to each other. It had all started out casually enough, a straightforward slow-percolating affair with a girl who seemed at first to be far beyond the reach of his desires. He'd met her in a singles bar. He'd been leaning over the bar alone as usual, nursing his Chardonnay and meanwhile looking. “Take care of yourselves,” he tells me playfully, with that handsome smirk on his face. “Yes sir,” I say in a playful tone as Ali walks out and gives him one more hug. We follow him down to the parking lot and wave at him as he drives away. I give Ali a side hug as we watch him leave. “Here’s to the next chapter of our lives, Ali.” “Party time,” she says with a raise of her eyebrows. I shake my head with a smile and walk back towards our appointment building as I hear a whistle behind us. I. ”“So, you aren’t mad at each other, just through with being married?” Polly quipped.“We fell in love, got married, had kids, and he has made a huge name for himself in real estate and real estate financing. To prepare for the inevitable, just last year we divided our assets, and he even recommended I move out whenever I wanted...”“How much did you get?” Pam asked, getting a mild slap from Polly.“Enough!” was all our mother said.“Enough ... to do what?” I asked, getting a love tap from Anne.“To.