Don’t worry about me. I want you to go to sleep now.” Atharva sat by her side and leaned down to kiss her, letting his hand travel over her round ...breasts. “Now close your eyes, that’s it, I want you to sleep. A peaceful sleep that you will not awaken from until I awaken you. Deep relaxing sleep. That’s it.”His wife went totally under. She wouldn’t awaken until he let her.Atharva got up, grabbed his robe, turned off the bedside lamp and left his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. Down. I tried to push him away, but he just forced me forward pressing his cock deeper between my legs.I looked out of the window and could see my husband and his friends staggering towards the patio door entrance to the family room, all the time I could feel his large powerful hands groping, squeezing and tweaking my breasts and nipples whilst trying to impale me on his BBC.I felt his hands move downwards and start to caress the sides of my legs, then he was opening the button and zip on the back of. I “hugged” her with my mind and she stumbled and stopped, looking around like she was confused. A car screeched to a stop right next to her and two guys got out. They made her get in the car, and her color changed to the same one as Rhonda had when her husband came into the shelter, just before I killed him.I never found out what happened to that woman, but I knew that, because I had “hugged” her, she’d stopped running, and I felt like it was my fault that those guys caught her. I hoped they. .a very interesting thing happened that changed that significantly. My daughter suggested that I should meet a friend of Duane's, a guy by the name of Tyrone, who, though younger than Duane, was particularly interested in meeting white, married females, looking for some sexual adventures but without any strings attached, or expectations of anything more than some nice fucking!"I'm not that sort of woman," said to my daughter, protesting in what I hoped was convincing, but Tiffany just smiled.