There was no sign of Angela but the studio had been totally wrecked. The casts she had shown me that waited burnishing had been smashed. The floor was...littered with shards of plaster; even the furnace had been toppled onto its side. My relief at not finding Angela in the middle of all this mess was replaced by a sense of panic. I called the police on my mobile and waited outside for them to arrive.Had this been the middle of London, I don't think they would have managed to raise any interest. She found the site quickly. It was a site for adultpersonal ads and had links to other similar web sites.It also offered a phone sex service that her frienddescribed. She entered a credit card number and info,then typed in what she was wanted to hear on the phone.“Middle-aged mother wants to listen to a young boypretending to be her son fucking her,” she wrote. Shepaused for a long while trying to decide whether to gothrough with it, but finally hit “Send” and waited. A. ." Angelique moaned, her hips staring to gyrate against Jenna's face. The young girl continued her tender assault, intent on thanking her mother for giving her life, showing her how much she was adored, giving her the pleasure she'd been too long without. It all seemed too perfect to Jenna. Her soft lips against her mother's soft pussy. The girl that had come from this juicy vagina, now exploring it once again. The sweet essence of cunt coated Jenna's lips and chin, and she feasted on it,. . My cell phone alarm went off. 8:25. I jumped up out of my seat, left a twenty on the counter to pay for my one drink, and hurried up-stairs. The hallway to the room was spinning, I felt like I was doing something so unbelievably crazy, my brain couldn't process it. I knocked on the hotel door and he opened it. Then a car honked at me. I shook back to reality and noticed the cars ahead of me were almost gone. I put my foot to the ground and sped down the highway. My excitement had turned back.