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listen. The last call starts.
    “ I’ve got your big hard cock in my hand,” the breathy voice began, “ can you feel my tight fist, I’m gonna pump you hard, I’m gonna pump you into to my hot wet mouth mmmmm”
    I can hear the callers deep inhaling breath.
    “ Your are so hard against my tongue, its hot and wet and I’m licking around the head and all the way down. I can feel your veins throbbing as I lap and lick it, its like velvet over iron and tastes so good I can’t get enough. Ahh I can feel your rock hard cock is twitching in my fist, I think I’m going to lick you all the way down to your balls. Mmmm I’m cupping your balls with my other hand and I’m fucking you with my fist but I want more are you going to give me more? She pauses and breathes loudly. I’m shifting in my seat, more than a little uncomfortable, she continues.
    “I am going to take your big hard cock and push it between my tight swollen lips and take you deep, deep in my throat, and you’re going to fuck my mouth, yes?”
    “Mm yeah that’s right” The deep rasping reply of the caller was the first real indication that there was someone on the receiving end of this call.
    “ Fuck my mouth and make me swallow.” S he gives a long drawn out satisfied moan. The line goes dead.
    “Wow!” I say as Mags returns. If I thought I was red before I must look like I’m about to haemorrhage.
    “The endings are always a little abrupt but they are paying by the minute so what do you expect, really?” I am hoping that’s a rhetorical question because all powers of speech have deserted me. She hands me a glass of water which I gratefully accept.
    “I’d love to be that confident. I mean she seemed to really . . .” I’m struggling to articulate full sentences now, another stellar example of my ineptitude for this role. “And she was in control, assertive. I don’t think I would be able to . . . you know . . . but-”
    Interrupting, Mags states, “You’re a virgin.” She smiles warmly.
    “Well, yes to this sort of thing.” I attempt to qualify her statement.
    “No darling, I mean you are a virgin, you’ve never had sex.” It was no longer a question; it was a statement of fact. “It doesn’t matter you know,” she continues.
    “Umm, not to presume to tell you your business but I would think that was kind of important, if not the most important part.” I frown as she shakes her head at my incorrect conclusion.
    “Don’t get me wrong it is unusual in this business but you are not ‘an innocent’ or if you were you would’ve run a mile as soon as you realised what we did and you certainly wouldn’t have been able to endure a whole sample call. So despite the adorable colour in your cheeks, you are still here. You have a great voice, a good imagination I assume?” She raises a questioning eyebrow to which I nod my reply. “And you’re a submissive!” My eyes widen. “Quite perfect.” She adds.
    I laugh out loud, wow, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t make every decision myself. There is no one to tell me what to do, not that I would let them and I kick arse at Krav Maga each week with Marco. Does that sound submissive? I know she has made a mistake but I like her and I find I can’t be affronted by her misguided character assessment.
    “Darling,” she soothes. “I know people, I read people and I can read you like an ABC or should I say D/s.” She chuckles. “You are all Yes Miss, No Miss, without a hint of irony.” She seems so pleased with herself I almost hate to disillusion her.
    “I was being polite.” I point out politely.
    “Yes you were, but there’s more, trust me and what a wonderful way to explore this “worldview,” through the safety of your telephone.” She was being genuine and I can’t take offence even if she is way off the mark.
    “Look I have a proposal, take your time, think it over and do some research but remember to clear your