" Harold, try to keep it under control. I don't want you fucking our little girl. I'll be there soon and you can play out all your dreams and fantasie... on me. I promise." I miss you so much, Janice. Are you lonely there?" Harold asked.She hesitated. Secrets. Maybe some should remain secret. "They're keeping me awful busy, and there's a lot of entertaining and visiting with clients and partners, so I don't think about it most of the time. But I do miss you terribly." Come home, Janice." Just a. The sight of her fucked up pink fortress was surely an encouraging success which was also looking like a teeny tiny slit only but now no less than a slutty whore hole, made to be fucked, pummeled, damaged, wasted and destroyed. This was a lot of support for what happened in the next short few minutes.In an attempt to see if she were asleep, I shook Janet’s shoulder and was more than startled, rather shocked to hear her say; if I had lost the mood to fuck her in the ass. O’ my Lord! Now I got. With my high heels on and feeling a bit tipsy I was struggling to walk on the icy paths. As I walked along a car pulled up next to me and asked the way to the petrol station. I'd never spoken to anybody while dressed and I was like a rabbit in head lights, I froze. I quickly composed myself and managed to point the direction. The car drove off after the driver gave me a look up and down.I carried on walking, as I came up to a layby the car that had stopped me earlier was parked. The driver. Marylou changed suddenly to a mischievous dirty smile looking straight at me. “Don’t tell me is a girl? Do you know, dear Peta, that a lot of us women listeners to Radio Office Gossip believe you’re a closeted hard lesbian? Just think, you’re always alone, no known boyfriend, no social life, just like a classic lesbian librarian hiding between books reading porn!”.I was deeply surprised by her open sneer and I began to feel very angered. “Now Marylou, if you think…”“Now Peta bitch, if you think.