The long cold winter nights increased listeners and then he got what he wanted. ‘Line three, answer it!’ he shouted. I stopped the track and took ...the call live to the listening public. His panic stricken caller was online. ‘Hello who’s calling the late show?’ ‘Help me. I’m desperate.’ There was no mistaking that certain voice. ‘My world is falling apart. I need someone to listen to me and understand how I feel.’ It was ‘Mister’, but this time he was pretending to be in distress. Eddy had not. “Stand up” he says.I stand up, my cock still in hand.“Go on, turn around for me”I turn and my back faces him.“I kin see that cum dripping out of your ass, you like that feelin’, and well, I guess you probably hate yourself a bit too, don’t ya”I feel his hand grasp my buttock and it feels so warm and comforting.“Yep, feel that? That’s my hand on your ass, cause I’m gonna own it, I’m gonna get that hate fucked right out you so you can jes’ enjoy what time you have left?”My hand stops on my cock,. I found her clit and took it between my teeth and sucked it in and out between them. I let Sarah’s thighs clamp around my head, it was a sign that I was on the right track. In and out went her clit; I wanted her to come as fast as I could. A slower seduction could come later. I just wanted her to come. The funny thing was that making love to Sarah was just as arousing to me. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused as I realized how aroused I was making Sarah. One hand slid my panties. Tall windows overlooked a busy commercial street, but no sound penetrated. The room was dominated by a heavy oak desk set against the backdrop of bookcases. A laptop occupied the desk, but otherwise its surface was uncluttered. Off to one side sat a meeting table with four leather chairs, on the other a low leather couch and coffee table. From the moment he first stepped into their office, something told George that this foray into marital rescue would be different. The walls of the office were.