"What the hell?" she shouted."What?" he asked innocently."That hurt like hell!" So what. It's not like you care," he scoffed."Just because I don't hav...e feelings does not mean I like pain!" she spat."Come on, why are you pretending to be mad. You can't get mad, your therapist told me that. Anything akin to emotions you have are simple self defense ticks. Raising your voice is like an animal hissing or barking. You just want to act tough." So I'm just acting tough?" She stood up and marched over. Hard. Harder than she could remember cumming in a long time.As his own orgasm took over he reached forward and grabbed a handful of Michelle's blond tresses and hauled her to an upright position throwing his arms around her to pull her in tighter to him and shove his volcano-like cock even deeper into her ass. His hands grabbed her tits painfully tight and the sensations only served to enhance her spectacular orgasm.Being six foot two inches tall, he was eight inches taller than Michelle's. "Four o'clock, Mr. Phillips." Kim replied sheepishly, giving her superior a frightened expression."Would you find a stopping place in that document you're working on and come see me in my office, please?" Yes, sir." she replied, keeping her tone level despite the fears that echoed in her mind. He went to his office, pocketing the keys in his hand and walking as nonchalantly as one with his kind of plans could. He closed the blinds over his window and made himself relax. In minutes, Kim was at. I’ll begin. Your name is Donald Jefferson Bartlett, the Third – well actually the Second, since your grandfather was Donald Thomas Bartlett. You served in the Army Logistics Corps, but you’d like everyone to think you were some kind of Special Forces. That’s what Annie thought when she married you.” Don stood up and leaned across the table. “Who the fuck are you! Whoever you are, I’m not taking your shit!” “I’m a concerned passer-by, Don, who happens to know the truth.” He looked him in the eye.