What did that mean? The realization struck her immediately. He had left her. He was gone. He had learned her secret and he had left her. There was no ...other possible explanation. She panicked. She ran to the phone and dialed his cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You. Your poor nipples had felt so sour after all the hundreds of guests had performed the traditional congratulations by giving each nipple a quick taste by kiss, lick or nibble then giving your buttocks a nice squeeze letting their fingers gently brush against the bejeweled buttplug hiding between you asscheeks then finally dipping a finger in your pussy in to taste the bridal fluid. You had started crying with joy as the priest had as the priest had finished with those wonderful words "I now. Montana is a mean big bulldog who likes to beat up young k**s. There’s no telling what he will do if the boss asks him to knock some information out of you guys. Now listen carefully. Your guard, Biggy, told me the other day that he dreams of having a foursome with three young boys who do anything he wants them to. And he always wanted to be fucked by a dinosaur but he never got one and I’m way too big for him. This is your chance. You must talk him into fooling around with all three of you.. “Why did you leave the room? You put on the blouse but not the bra so you expect to be right back but don’t want to be topless. So it’s not a phone call. Maybe someone’s at the door?”Brittany walks back in. “Now where were we?” And then we see Erin follow Brittany into her bedroom. Erin’s wearing a dress that comes down mid-thigh. Vanessa sounds worried and angry. “Erin, what are you doing there?” We see the girls talking. Erin shows the phone message to Brittany and points out the window.