The police will call, I’m sure, but I feel the need to do it.”Sofia got out of bed and came over and put her arm around me. I dialed the number in... Indian Hill that I’d memorized so long ago and waited as the phone rang repeatedly. I decided to simply tell them that Becky was in the hospital and limit the details since I really didn’t know anything for sure.“Hello?” a groggy Ben van Hoek said.“Mr. van Hoek, this is Steve Adams in Chicago.”“Steve? Is everything OK?”“No sir. Becky’s roommate. He then rolls her over to her back and hikes up her night shirt and goes down on her and not only do I see him doing this I can hear him fingering her wet pussy as well. I was so tuned on by watching her spread her legs wide with her feet in the air. I felt like I was gona lose my load just from watching her. Now he rolls over to his back and motions to her for her to mount him ( after all he was a lazy basterd) and she does this stripper move ( I dont know how else to describe this) and lifts. He climbed on top of her on the bed kissing her and letting her taste her own juices on her boy. The flavor was intoxicating for her, she savored each kiss and flick of his tongue knowing he tasted her most treasured spot.And just as she was enjoying their intimacy she could feel the mushroom-shaped head of his cock begin to slide up and down her soaked slit. This was the moment. This was truly it. She thought about what this meant. How long she wanted it. How long he's professed to wanting her. Colby obediently sat with perfect posture while his eyes took in the room, cabinets lined the walls. Colby sat still as the man inspected him, circling the table before he leaned against the wall, pen and pad in hand and began to ask Colby questions about his childhood and up bringing. “Were your parents strict? Did your father have a firm hand?” Colby smile and said “no”. “Does that please you?” “no sir, my parents being so lax allowed me to waste my teenage years and make terrible choices. No.