”“I’ve noticed things seem a little tense between you two lately,” Karen mentioned.“They have been. Ben and I have had several arguments in ...he past few months.”“He didn’t hurt you, did her?” Dan wanted to make sure.“No. Ben may have a temper when he’s mad but I know he’d never hit me.”“You aren’t getting a divorce, are you?” Karen had to ask.“I hope not. I love Ben. I still think we have a good marriage. I want to tell you the reason why we’re not getting along. I guess it’s best to just say. I decided I really liked fistingMonday was boring back to work stuff. Callow Associates wasn’t a formal place so I wore jeans but for the first time smart, tight, designer jeans and the furry boots which as a sop to my practical attitude, had a very sensible soles on them. Tracy looked very respectable, business suit and sensible shoes. It was worth it because she got a job. Apparently having an administrator who could read the correspondence from the francophone and hispanic world was really. "He sounded so reluctant I hadn't realized how well he could act.Somewhere along the way we had added a dimension I had never experienced before with a man. Not only had the conditions never been right, but I doubt any of them had the capacity. Jeff did.We were playful. We could jump in and out of roles and attitudes and anachronisms at will. We seemed to instinctively pick up what the other was doing. It felt like being a kid and an adult at the same time.Jeff was so good at it that sometimes. Suddenly Burt pulled away and stumbled to his feet. "It's no good," he gasped agitatedly. "I've just got to fuck her this time."He walked behind Debbie and in one viscous motion he ripped her lacy knickers from her.Debbie gave a little yelp of surprise as she dropped forward a little and rested her hands heavily on Will's thighs for support.Burt wasn't finished with her yet though as he nudged her at the back of her knees and she fell into a kneeling position in front of Will.Burt forced her.