By the time Ralf had made the coffees, Lucy was just about to start cleaning his office so he took the coffee in there and they sipped the coffees and... chatted.The conversation quickly turned to money again and Ralf was probing Lucy about how many hours she cleans for each week. “30 hours a week” she said “if I don't do that, we can't pay the bills”.“Wow” he said “that must be tough”“Yeh but what choice do I have?” she replied “my husband Gary works as much as he can too”“Isn't there a better. ... AHHH..AHH..OOOHH... AHHH. URRRHH. MMMM.. RIP IT BABY... FUCK ME RAW... FUCK THAT TIGHT ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER.... OHHHHHH....AHHHHHHH!!! ERRRRAAHHHHH!!!"I just kept pumping away with everything she had as she let all her fluids go, first she squirted all over us, getting the futon/ couch soaked with her juices. And I kept hammering away at her shit tunnel when I came inside her.Not as much cum... but what came next was even better for the both of us. Her head fell on my shoulder as she sank. That incident will not be repeated.”I said, “Is Jones gone?”“He was clearing his desk yesterday evening. I don’t know but one of our smaller market affiliate stations may get him but I don’t think he will return here anytime in the foreseeable future. Jackson, the station manager, doesn’t like to have to make apologies on air, particularly for fake stories.”I said, “That’s good. He made threats to me which he had carried out and to my fiancé which worried us.” Marco nodded.“I will give fair. What should I do?Was he the one?Yes,I was pretty sure of it. Was this the discipline?Oh God,this was terrible! I paced and paced,and finally threw open the door about and ran across the street and walked in the unlocked front door.The house was cool,seemed to be deserted and I went from room to room seeing evidence of packing being done.I sat down and cried,then pulled myself together after a while and started to leave.I heard a noise,a car pulled in,it was his car.I ran for the front door,it.