When I was done I went back to the living room where Steve sat staring into space. He looked so kind and gentle, almost fragile. I wondered what kind ...of man he had been thirty years earlier. I bet he had fucked around on his wife, it was something in the way he talked, demanding, expecting immediate results.“Steve?”He turned his head. “Yes, my dear.”“Would it be okay if I sat on your lap?”His brow wrinkled. “Why would you want to do that?”I stood in front of him when I spoke. “I have a secret. I open my mouth and cover the head of your cock. The velvety cockhead slides deep into my mouth. I start sucking you in gently. Inch by inch you push deeper. I purr as you reach the back of my throat and you can feel it against your cock. I take you as deep as I can and then move back up. My hands following my mouth. I start repeating the sucking in again. And again. My movements getting faster. You grab my face in your hands and moan each time I suck you in. I know that you are getting. ‘I’ll leave it in your inbox this morning.’ ‘Thank you.’ ‘I assume you know how to use it?’ She thought she could feel her blood boil. She gritted her teeth. ‘Yes.’ He hung up on her. Sylvia took a shower. She needed to get ready for work. The hot water flowed over her and helped to calm her twisting stomach. She thought about what she was going to say to Oliver. It wasn’t even a question in her mind as to whether or not she should try to go back to him. She loved him. She knew that now. Love. The buzz of her phone from the night table interrupted the paralysis of her ecstasy. His picture, the one where his eyes were closed, his lips smiling joyfully appeared on the cover and she quickly sat up, tossing her dark red curls over to one shoulder so she could answer clearly. His voice, deep and husky, greeted her over the other end and contributed another dimension to her sensorial vision of him. Her green eyes turned luminous at the reminder of his hushed whispers and the ragged breaths.