And now that her pussy was happy, Claire was yearning for his teenaged cockmeat. She lay with her face turned up and her hot mouth open.Jerry gazed up...from her groin. From that position, the boy could only see her upthrust chin framed between her heavy tits-heavier than he remembered Debby's tits being, but certainly no cause for complaint."Can I fuck your face, Debby?" he rasped, his mouth moving on her cuntmuff.Claire paused. It was exactly what she wanted, but she wasn't sure how the boy was. Rather, I knew who her money was.Trent Fontaine Productions. Daddy had been one of the boys when Westwoodwas a sleepy, little village of red-tiled bungalows, Burbank was anorange grove, Century City was a studio back lot and you could shoot awestern anywhere the occasional putting green didn't show.Daddy wasn't very good but he was very fast. No script, make it up as yougo and put the prints in the theaters by Wednesday . Sam Trent was famousin the industry as a prick. A screamer and a liar and. Phone him.'So I call Leon and fill him in. He doesn't take much persuading, especially when I describe Anna. 'All set?' she grins, when I've finished.'Yeah, he's really up for it.' We resume snogging and we're still at it when Liz returns with the drinks.'Lizzie! Oh god, sorry!' Anna giggles, breaking off. Liz mumbles something which I don't quite catch, appears a bit miserable as she sits herself down. 'No, honestly, Liz, really sorry.' Anna's face is deadly serious now. She removes my hand. By seven I had cancelled all of our credit cards, by nine I had cleaned out all the checking and savings accounts and by ten I had rented a U-Haul truck. By twelve I had everything I wanted moved out of the house and placed in storage and by one I was checked into a motel on the other side of town.The house was mortgaged to the hilt with a first and second mortgage so Sally could have it for all that I cared. I wouldn't make any more payments on it and she didn't make enough at her job to make.