You make a move on her when she's at a weak point

It had been a few weeks since your coffee date with Samara, and things seemed to be going well, as far as the advice you had given her to be "fun and flirty" on the air.

So the last thing you had on your mind is that she would show up at the station one day looking as though she had been crying.

"Samara...can we talk? What's up?" you ask her as you catch her alone in the green room, seeing her quickly dry her eyes as she turned to face you, giving you a chance to check out the black skirt and blue shirt she was wearing.

"My husband is upset at the way he perceives that I am behaving on the air. I don't think he trusts me anymore John," she tells you, leaving you at a loss for words as she throws herself at you.

"Samara...honey...I don't have any training for this..." you whisper to her as she starts to cry again, leading her over to the couch and sitting down on it with her.

"Just hold me," she whispered, starting to calm herself down as she wrapped herself a little tighter into your arms, staring up at you as you started to lean into her.

"He should really be able to trust you after all the years you've been married to him Samara," you whisper to her as you press your lips to hers, Samara immediately welcoming the kiss and returning it as you squeezed her tits and pushed her onto her back.

"When you want me to stop, just tell me," you whisper to her as you start making out with her again, grabbing another handful of her tits through her shirt as your other hand wandered further south.