Squeezing his cock harder, I lifted it up, and with its fat head pointed right into my face, began to slowly jack it forward and backward. I was compl...tely freaked out at this point and could not believe what I was being made to do, but the feeling of sharp cold steal pressing at my throat by the black man holding me from behind reminded me quickly to do as I was told. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder as I slowly jacked him until he was fully erect. I was totally freaked out over. She could not see what he was doing behind her but she heard fabric hit the floor and realized he was undressing. She felt his hand gently glide over her behind, teasing the tender skin as he rubbed himself into an erection. A mix of terror and anticipation rose in her, not sure if she wanted it or was afraid, but probably both. He dipped two fingers into her, massaging around as her juices began to flow. He nuzzled the tip of his cock around her opening, and then, plunged it into her. She. She was ashamed of her house, but reminded herself at least she had a house. She was more concerned with the fact that Phil, who had never touched her before, now had her hand. And she was a jangle of nerves. They had started in the basement, worked their way through the first floor, and the bedrooms were upstairs. And that's where they were heading now. Jane tried to stay calm. There were five bedrooms upstairs. More art, more furniture. No Ikea here. And nothing was out of place. This was the. She ate it like honey. Now I think she was catching on to the new norm.Later in the afternoon Phoebe usually had friends over while I was at work. I told her not to change her routine just because I was home for a few days. She gave me her quirky little smile as the doorbell rang again. This time she opened it. It was her best friend, Gwen. I had always suspected Gwen of going both ways from the way she looked at Phoebe, and the way she always checked out my ass when I walked by. Men notice.