But Ben was the one who seduced her. He rushed silently out of the apartment and sprinted down and out of the building without meeting anyone else. Beeg Jane half-noticed that Ben was touching her more than usual: on her arm, on her shoulder, around her waist. “You can wear it a little tight and always feel a little choked. “Let me show you something,” he said, and leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. “Good.” He didn’t increase the speed or pressure on her clit. “Good. Ben steered her into his bedroom and made her sit in the middle of his bed. She thought of a couple of taboo fantasies she’d never been brave enough to bring up with any
