I promised you that I would ruin you and I God damned will.”“Hey, hey,” Molly said consolingly. “What’s wrong? You can’t ruin me because I...don’t give a shit. But I do care about you. I might not have shown it but I do. Tell me what’s wrong. Where’s Phil?”Hailey looked at Molly with hate-filled eyes.“He’s gone,” she answered. “He broke up with me yesterday and moved out.”Molly looked around the apartment and saw the telltale signs that Hailey wasn’t making this up. The light jacket that had hung. They set up a laptop in front of her and loaded a video conferencing app. She was told that when she got a call she was to sit in front of the laptop looking exactly as she did right now and then take the phone call from her husband. Only once the phone call had finished and all 15 guys had left the video call could she get changed and cleaned up. Back to the present and Sarah began talking to her husband down the phone as each of the 15 men watched her cum covered face talked lovingly to her. ” I smiled, trying to ignore the woman’s big black globes falling out of her shirt, practically.“I’m Angela Jones, Shaun’s mother.” the gorgeous black woman smiled, and side-hugged Shaun, who I struggled to keep my eyes off of.“Well, it’s a pleasure.” I smiled.“Oh, wait, don’t you want to meet my husband Marcus?” Angela asked. I nodded tersely, my stupid heart still fluttering over the sexy seventeen year old I was becoming a slobbery mess over. Angela called back into the house, and Angela. On and On I go criticizing my feminine attempts. Finally, I can hold my disappointment no longer and the rush of a good cry breaks through.. Before long, a wail starts which would do justice to any woman. In twenty minutes I have rid myself of the pent up frustration and my sobs are only occasionally bubbling to the surface. I fall asleep in a pool of self-pity; trying desperately to think of ways I can make myself look more feminine.The sound of the doorbell is ringing in my ears. Judging from.