Who is this?”“My name is Philippe Moritz. I’m a reporter for the Daily Tribune. I spoke with your mother earlier.”“My mother? I can’t pict...re her calling you.”“Don’t worry, she didn’t. I heard about your story from your neighbor and I contacted her to get your perspective.”Al’s phone buzzed, indicating another call, but he realized this call was too important to ignore. He couldn’t ask the reporter to kill the story if he kept him hanging. Not stopping to check who the other caller was, he. “Look at me!!” He growls. “This is your last chance little girl! Do you want more? Do you want to suck my cock and have Becky fuck your hot little pussy with her toy??” He smiles down at her... “ Or do you want me to let you go home now?” Just as he is saying this, Becky slowly slips the vibe from her hot little cunt then gives her pussy a good hard slap! “What’s it gonna be Jenny?” She asks her friend in a teasing voice. “Oh No!! She cries out. Please don’t stop now!!” He smiles.“Then. 4 Months Prior:I paced around my almost empty room contemplating how I should handle my girlfriend. I wasn't ready to let this relationship end; but, in reality, I couldn't put off the fact I was moving any longer. My house was empty, I had not told my 14 year old lover that I was moving from sunny San Diego, California to some random place that has been doted “Michigan”. It was time I did, but I could not bring myself to break her heart or attempt to have a long distance relationship. I sighed. I went to the coast and had dinner with a hot date.” she smiled at him. “It was rather spectacular, but this is your confession evening, not mine.” Ambrose smiled back at her. He loved Em’s directness. It never failed to surprise. “No, that’s okay,” he said. “I don’t want to pry. I do want to tell you about my little event, though.” Em raised her glass and blew him a kiss. “Go ahead. Don’t leave anything out,” she said, and raised her glass again. “Well if I do I can fill you in later,”.