Phil Sutton or Mr. Phil Sutton and their email accounts.I had a few passwords that I had taken with me when I left the service and I used one of them ...o hack the accounts. Both had an account with Hotmail and I found the email addresses for both without a lot of trouble. Next, I made a wave file of the recording from last Friday night and uploaded it to my computer. I attached it to a short email to Harriett Sutton with my name and a suggestion that she listened very carefully to the. It was only a thousand dollars, but it could change their lives forever.Bill and I spent some evenings going through some of the e-mails. We would put them in categories. We had the ones that we thought were ads from hookers and prostitutes. No way was I going to pay a hooker for sex, married or not. Made me think too much of Mom.We also had a file of divorced women. I wasn't interested in just paying for sex; I knew I could get that anywhere. I wanted married couples and we pulled out those we. She was so beautiful. Dark hair cascading over the hotel pillows, her hands furiously rubbing her nipples under her expensive white bra. Her legs encased in the white suspender belt and stockings, her pelvis raised while my hand rubbed her hot and beautiful clit with a silky base of french knickers. Her lust was spilling from the tip and liberally coating my fingers, my hand and the inside of my mouth.I sucked and bobbed while I rubbed her nuts. This went on for quite a few minutes. Samantha. Whichelicited more giggles. "Umm..."Jess smiled and touched his arm, "I'm teasing. I'm Jessica, JessicaSilverman. It's nice to meet you in person."Esme leaned down to the stroller. "And you must be the famous Zachary,"she said, as if the six month old was going to somehow respond. He gaveher a big smile.Jess laughed, "Stop flirting, Zachy," and then turned to Stefanie andEthan. "Hi, I'm Jess."Stef smiled. Esme noticed that she looked at the baby, but didn'tacknowledge him. "I'm Stefanie, Jay's.