I saw from a distance that my girlfriend had opened her door and a couple of guys were leaning in as I approached I could see that they had they cocks...out, one fingering my girlfriends cunt the other playing with her tits. She was talking to them, telling them to make her cum and call her a whore and shoot their spunk over her. My approach didn’t slow down the activity, one guy acknowledged me as I climbed in beside her and proceeded to shoot spunk over her tits, moving away another cock. Angel sobbed quietly as she lost touch with the ground. Her mind flailed around, searching for a reason to explain why this stranger had taken her. Damian licked a tear from her cheek. Angel squirmed away, Damian grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. He kissed her roughly, reeling away as Angel bit his lip. He wiped a drop of blood away, smiling evilly. "Like it rough, huh? Good." He growled and grabbed the front of her shirt, tearing it away. He revealed her 30F breasts sitting. Tossing the magazine aside I look down at her.?Is the table ready?? I ask.She responds with, ?Yes Ma’am, everything is ready.?Entering the dining room I inspect the table for correctness. She knows that everything must be to my satisfaction or she will get a spanking. Of course, nothing is right. The napkin is lying too far from the plate, the wine glass has a smudge on it, and the flatware is placed incorrectly. She immediately rearranges the table to my satisfaction, and I sit down,. We took Gramps with us and he showed us the locker and we backed right up to it. I told Gramps that what he was about to see was ‘Top Secret’. He seemed doubtful, like he was figuring we had a reasonable way to move the crates that were under the air mattress.I asked him if he wanted to give us a hand with the crates.“That’s what I thought” he exalted.Then he climbed up and grabbed one of the rope handles and tried picking it up, “Ughh! Whoa! Let me get my forklift. There ain’t no way the three.