? She spoke slowly and patiently, making Esmefeel like a misbehaving teenager. ?But, we?ve found a major sponsor.??What is it?? Esme had a sinking fe...ling. ?It can?t be anything thatcompromises our journalism. The podcast is still serious journalism.? Fora moment, she imagined an agricultural chemicals business wanting to usethem to greenwash their product.?Oh no, nothing like that. We?d never want to put you in a situation likethat,? she paused. ?It?s a monthly fashion service for women.? . But no matter. This was working out just fine."No, no, please; don't sack her because of this. I don't want to be the cause of her losing her job. I understand that her financial situation isn't great at the moment. I understand her husband is out of work and has been for some time?"Mr Peacock nodded his head. "So I believe," he uttered."So she needs this job?"Mr Peacock again nodded his head.I smiled. "I have a suggestion to make. Why don't you hold off on the dismissal for the time being. She. She followed my eyes. “Do you like what you see?” she said. “No! I love what I see. You’re perfect in so many ways. Your body is so amazing.” I said.“It’s been so long. Since anyone has said those things to me. My husband never says anything nice about me. I forgot how turned on I can be. Ever since I saw you last week. The first night….I I I I…” she moaned. “Did you play with yourself?” I said into her left ear. She moaned again. “Yes! I was still wearing my matching blue bra and thong, from. "I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought.