The doorbell went and there was Moira. She and her husband Tom had visited me regularly for help and advice. Tom was always either unemployed, drunk o... both, and I’d helped their marriage through some difficulties. It was obvious there was something troubling her. I sat her in one of the big soft black leather armchairs in my study. I sat in the other armchair opposite her with a coffee table in between. I’d hoped sitting relaxed in the peace and privacy of my study would help put her at ease.. He drove me to my office on Monday in his SUV. He was walking the building checking security measures when I opened up my email and immediately saw an unknown user name. I opened it and saw it was a threat from someone. I called David on his cell just as he entered my office. I was crying. I know, right now I don’t seem like that confident, in control woman and I don’t feel like it. All I wanted was this man to take me in his strong arms and tell me, it’s ok but he didn’t. He went to work,. I begin to moan louder and louder. ‘Fuck me harder and deeper,’ I tell you. ‘Make me cum all over your cock.’ As you feel me getting extremely wet, wetter than you’ve ever felt before, you start pushing in deeper and harder. You then pull out and have me to turn around and kneel down to suck you some more, with one hand on my head and the other one guiding your cock into my mouth. You tell me to suck you. Your cock slides into my mouth while my tongue teases the back of the head. I start. "Mark, where you been keeping yourself? You have been missing for over a week. Are you all right?" The speaker was a barrel-chested man who appeared to be somewhere between forty and seventy."Hi Greg," Mark greeted him. "I've been through a hard time the past few days. I need to unwind."People or bags?" he asked.Mark thought. "Bags," he answered. "The way I feel right now, I might hurt someone." He walked through the dojo to the locker room and undressed. He returned to the workout area in.