When the economy tanked, my job became a bit more exciting; if you want to call busting my ass 'more exciting.' This means that I had to work harder t... keep the numbers on track for the clients in my portfolio. The slightest movements by the markets could cause major trouble, so I had to be on top of things. And I had to work harder and for longer hours; and I did stay on top of things.In business, anyway ... With respect to my marriage, I had no idea that I was not only NOT on top of things. I. Brian landed in a crumpled heap, and I rose to see to him. As I stood, Tony grabbed my wrist and started off, nearly dragging me away from Brian! My last view of Brian was as Trey planted a swift kick in his side, then he turned to follow us.Tony was nearly pulling me off my heels as he lead me out through the back of the party, to another parking lot. My cape and skirt were flying freely as I was pulled along, and there was nothing I could do to cover myself, let alone break Tony’s iron. Then he went more down to my balls andmassaged them with his thumbs and went up spread my cheeks and massaged my rosebud, I could not hold and moaned a little bit so he could understand it, and he did, he poured more oil in my crack and massaged it more pressed with his thumbs on my ass. I moaned harder and looked up, he smiled and I smiled back to him so he could understand to continue what he was doing, and he did.He spread my ass well open and so went with his fingers massaging my rosebud, I. " Write it out for me. There's pen and paper on the desk." No," she said haughtily.I turned out the light. Mumbling to herself, she turned on the light, went to desk, and shortly returned with permission, properly signed and dated."Come here," I said. She cuddled against me and I turned out the light for the last time. We fucked in the dark before sleeping in each other's arms.We dated until the end of my sophomore year. By then, it was clear Susan Sims wanted to be Susan Fisher. I wanted it,.