Then we setup her kitchen. Finally, the only things left were a rather large painting and a huge mirror. The painting went up in the dining area wit... no trouble. The heavy mirror was another matter. It needed an anchor, which Teresa didn't have. I recalled a few in our toolbox and was gone in a flash. When I returned there was incense and soft music playing. Teresa was dancing, swaying with the music. All I could do was watch.Eventually Teresa noticed that I had returned and giggled to. ..you'll be in so much trouble. Please leave, and I won't tell anyone...”“Tell anyone what?” the man growled. It was at that moment that Gayle noticed his face was covered in a black ski-mask. In fact, everything on him was black. Gayle tried to look for anything that she could note to the cops, finding nothing. Then, she froze, realizing that she had no guarantee that this man would even let her live to talk to the cops. She began to sob, tears blurring her vision.“I'd stop that if I. "Nun uh uh. I want you to apply it." Chris obliged by opening the bottle and squirting some lube onto his hand. Mr. Barnam kept Chris in place making him reach behind him and stroking the awaiting cock. My boss's face was filled with joy as my boyfriend's greased up hand slid up and down my boss's dick.My boss finally told him to stop and stood back behind Chris once again. I stopped rubbing my clit in anticipation of what was to come next. Finally after making Chris wait, my boss started to. He began reaching under my shirt and fondling my tits, then taking them out of the bra and sucking on them, savoring the flavor of the non-toxic strawberry lotion that I put on my body. He totally worshipped my tits. I began moaning and felt like I wanted to hump him instantly. So, he moved down my body, removing my clothes down to the lengerie. He looked at my revealed crotch and smiled. "Do you want clothes on or off?" "Clothes On", I expressed. It would be more like a rape scene. Now, I am.