I could just tell. If you change your mind, feel free to come for it anytime." It was a stupid thing to do. I was filled with self loathing that morni...g and suicide appealed to me. Since I lacked the courage to do it myself, Ivan there looked pretty good for it.I stuffed the ugly 9mm into my belt, and then I walked not so calmly from the Hazelwood Inn. I did not expect to have one of my better days. As a matter of fact I was surprised when the minivan started on the first try. Maybe the day. “Let’s get out of here.” Jill bit her lip, and rode his hand, body shuddering and jerking. He kissed her jaw and the side of her neck. His fingers stopped moving and cupped her firmly as her climax arrived and then waned. He kissed her and she managed to breathe again. Time seemed to have stopped. Her next conscious thought was that they were outside and moving to his car. Jill didn’t protest; Cassie had driven them to the club, so she would have no problem getting home. He held the door open. "I need that in me Kurt! I want you to slide it inside me and fuck my ass," I pleaded with him.He stopped rubbing his cock against my ass, let go off my thong and picked up the lube. He pulled my thong down around my knees and poured lube down my ass cheeks and crack. He rubbed it over my smooth skin, working it over my puckered hole, rubbing it and slipping a finger into me. "Ohhh... hhhhhh... hhhhhh," I moaned as his digit past into me.He worked his finger in and out of my ass, the slippery. ’ ‘Why am I here?’ ‘Almost two years ago when you arrived to work on The Echo I recall you saying you had a sister who worked with one of the TV networks in New York as an assistant producer. Is she still in that position?’ ‘Actually she’s Elizabeth Hart, who has become a top behind-the-news program maker.’ ‘Dick darling. Would you contact her and invite her to do a program about me, the working title being, Miss Love Goes to New York to Get Her Sleep Back.’ ‘I think I can see where this is.