I think you acted correctly."She gasped the word what, but said nothing more.Emphasizing the word 'was', he continued. "I was angry when you asked - n..., told me you were divorcing me. I was hurt and I was confused. I saw nothing wrong with what I'd done, with the way I'd acted."Every week I would look at our bank balance and at our bills. Every week I saw that we were just getting by. We weren't saving for the boys' education; we weren't saving for our retirement. I was only bringing in enough. Two thirty rolled around, and she was climbing the walls with arousal. At two forty five, she gave up. She changed into her pajamas (which she sometimes wore) and got ready for bed. Looks like she would have to masturbate!Her pajamas are difficult to describe. They were one piece, and covered her entire body except above her shoulders, below her wrists, and below her ankles. Doesn’t sound very sexy, but she was just going to bed. They were flannel, and they opened via a zipper that ran from her. Wrapped in just a towel, she rested at the table when Manoj, the masseur, touched her naked shoulders.Savita would not easily forget a touch and never a cock. Before she could react, Manoj’s palms were kneading her huge breasts. Savita very easily ran her hand into Manoj’s pants to pull out his hard cock. It was definitely not the first time she had touched it.Manoj turned her to the side and poked her pussy with his hard shaft. Savita obliged by spreading her legs to let him inside. Manoj. " No, you were ready for fucking. If all I wanted was to climb atop and start humping, I could find a prostitute. They don't kiss either, but I hear they give blowjobs." Then go and find one! You make this real easy for me, Joe. I'll be gone over the holidays with a man I've grown fond of. He doesn't demand anything from me, either."I stepped back in shock. She had done it again, baited me and stabbed me in the back. A thought came to me, a thought how I could hurt her back."You won't take the.