Orgasms over take her, and then suddenly, my mouth and fingers are gone. Her senses are hazy, she hears the sound of a zipper being yanked down. She s...udders. It's not over yet, she thinks to herself, though her body still screams for more. All her senses are concentrated around my cock. My erection throbbing, oozing with pre-cum eagerly as I stand beside the bed. I climb between her legs, pressing my hard cock against her slick opening. I slide my erection against her, teasing her slippery. . but..." Hey, get us some cool ones while we relax."Trixie was now scared half out of her mind. It had been bad enough to think of allowing Bernie to screw her, but this..."This here is Ratso and Corky."Trixie tried to smile but the fear was evident on her face, so she retreated to the kitchen for the beers.Returning she saw the men had indeed made themselves comfortable sprawled on the couch and chair.Handing the men the beers, the frightened teenager tried to back away but a strong arm. Dad had said she might start painting. I think we all figured she’d go out to her studio and paint pictures, not charge into my room and paint my walls. I tucked my pillow under one arm and hauled the blankets off my bed.I sighed and plodded out into the dark of the living room, trailing blankets behind me. I dropped onto the couch, dragged the blankets over me and buried my head in my pillow. A brief thought raced through my brain, something about putting paint on top of wallpaper, but I was. We arrived just after 9:30 and stopped at a diner for some food. By 10:30 we had rendezvoused with two other teams of two, guys that looked that they just walked off the pages of mercenary magazine. They were told to standby in the designated locations and be ready to move on a seconds notice. We approached the residence in a very exclusive neighborhood. I was advised by Mr K that the alarms in the house were already disabled and a sliding door to the residence had been prepared for us ahead of.