He knew that this is what he need to make himself feel better.“Hi” the long legged woman said as she came up to him. “I’m Susan”.“I’m Ad...m” he replied with his eyes averted. Without being offered a seat she pulled out the chair directly across the way from him and sat down. “So, why don’t you tell me why you wrote that ad, and how you think that I can help you”. She said, in a nice voice, but there was still a hint of a command in there.It was now or never for him so he decided to just let it. I pull out of him and move him back up to the doggy style position, while degrading him for thinking of himself. I shove hit back into him, he starts to cry into the mattress. I pick up the pace slamming his ass with harsh strokes. I'm not giving him the jackhammer. I'm pulling almost all the way out and then slamming into him with full force. I eventually move him to him laying on his back. BTW, I'm a firm believer that if a guy wants to be used, he never gets on top, you are always on top. He gave himself a few seconds and then began to move. Long slow, deliberate movements at first but then quickening gradually as she put her feet on the floor to help her push up and down, both filling with lust as their desperation intensified. Suddenly, from the living room, the phone began to ring. Claire froze for an instant but there was no stopping him now as he thrust his cock into her like a well-oiled piston. He was starting to grunt as he pounded hard. Just as Claire was about to cum. I joked with him about the ladies, and then left to go back to the cabin. I put my food away and then made a small supper. I called Cheryl and let her know that I was by myself, and tried to talk her into coming up to spend the weekend with me. As I expected, she begged off saying she had lots of house work to do."Sam, you know I don't like that place. It's too rustic, too isolated." Come-on Cheryl, it has plumbed water and inside bathrooms and is even a bit nicer than our home. What is so bad.