"Well, that's good to hear. I don't get all that much day-to-day feedback. You sure they're not just blowing smoke?" No, no. I talked to a couple of p...ople on the faculty. They knew it was a serious inquiry, on my part. Listen, Paul, how would you like to have a little on-the-job training?" You mean, on ESPN?" Yeah. Well -- sorta. You could be a drop-by guest on our Saturday afternoon game broadcast at Shea. I mean, it's -- what? September 27? It's Mets-Cubs and neither one of them is going. . Let me teach you how to be the best woman you can be?"He swallowed and looked distant for a few long moments, his cock twitching slightly before he turned and looked to her, his eyes wet, uncertain and broken."How...?" was all he said."It's actually really really easy love. You just have to not be afraid of this." She glanced down towards her own cock, giving it a few pointed strokes.He swallowed, his eyes flickering down to look at it, "I-I'm not afraid of it..." Oooh? Then suck it." She. The image becomes blurred … again … as a deep shadow passes in front of it. Then, it clears and I hear the voice in my head, again, but I don’t pay attention to the sound, only the words. I don’t recognize a deeper voice than my own. Not now, anyway.‘Do it. I’m watching you like you want me to. You like being watched. Why else would you dress like that, walking through the house with lights on, not caring if someone might see in with your body exposed under that flimsy, sheer gown. Do it,. "Yeah, but we do need to talk about sex someday," she said."How about holding off till we are sitting around my house with a glass of wine. I will be happy to answer any question at the right time. This is not the right time honey." I don't know you always seem so serious when we are here," Cindy said.This is kind of serious stuff. We are visiting my father in prison honey. It's pretty much as serious as it gets," I suggested."More than that, you are here to interview someone for a job," Cindy.