’ ‘Radio is TV without pictures sweetheart. None of our listeners – that is if we have any – will see you. I’ll pant in various intensities ...o they can judge what they are missing.’ ‘Faye, lock the door. Here comes the station manager fuming. God, her moustache is better than most men’s lip fungus.’ ‘Thank you Faye. Good soundproofing here – look at the bitch screaming but we can’t hear her.’ ‘Oh god, what have I done?’ ‘Delivering the performance of your life I shouldn’t wonder Faye.’ At that. Then she reached under the bed and brought out a huge bottle of cheap vegetable oil. "Follow me," she said.We went into the bathroom and she began to undress. "You too," she said, when I just stood watching her unveil her body, "and then get in the bath."I did as she said and sat down in the bath. She climbed in as well with the bottle of oil. "Close your eyes," she said and giggled.I did as Amy said and then she poured the entire bottle over both of us. "That was nice dear," I said. "Would you. “Sorry, I wouldn’t want you to cheat. I bet your husband keeps you plenty satisfied.” He replied walking towards me once again. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good hard fuck.” I replied starting to think twice about pulling away from him in the first place. “That’s a damn shame girl! I’d make sure that pussy was satisfied 24/7!” he boasted confidently. “Can I ask you something?” I asked timidly. “Go ahead.” He replied swimming towards me. “I could feel your dick rub against me when. He was a stupid kid; her would have grumbled and kicked his own ass if it wasn’t for her being within arm’s reach. “Anna.” His voice was barely a whisper, their gazes locking as he gave a deep sigh. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t a bright teenager and looking back… I realize I must have really hurt you.” She stared at him for a long moment; she said nothing and barely took a gasp of air, before she even realized what was happening he was standing in front of her, embracing her tightly to his chest. She.