Fumbling, I managed to help her out of them. Before I could express my nerves and the fact I didnt have a condom she slid forward and pushed back hard...�� OH MY GOD what a feeling of warmth and wetness as she was fully impaling me inside her! She just sat there clenching my stiffness and resumed kissing me passionately…all the thoughts racing through my mind!!! I pushed her up by her firm, puffy nippled tits and she said, not so hard … I said whisper… she mouthed ooops and started to pump me in. He then moved up to my neck and kissed and bit me there. Then, he went up to my lips and started smooching me wildly again. As he smooched, he guided his cock to my pussy and rubbed it over there. The rubbing felt terrific. It literally made me a million times more horny than i was. He slowly started inserting it, making little progress with every stroke. Within a few strokes, he was all the way in and my pussy walls had adapted well to the dimensions of his cock.He started fucking me now as. Mia and Claude were against one wall and Grace, Mo and Paul were against the other, leaving the doors clear as one of the men turned a key in the panel and pressed a button. The doors closed and the lift - no, elevator - accelerated upwards.Grace tried to think. She needed a movie mode, so her mind didn’t just freeze with fear! The men were calm, not saying anything. Trained and professional, all in smart jackets and open shirts. Obviously they had to be agents of some sinister government. Porter turned out to be a great cook and we tried several of her recipes for menu "sides". They became so popular that we had 8 on the Blackboard Menu each day as specials. I schooled Jean and her mom on pit techniques and handling of the pork, beef and chicken. Both were quick learners, providing me time to develop other areas of financial interest.After 3 months, I decided to sell the barbeque stand to Mrs. Porter for $1.00. She deserved it, she had perfected what I had fixed! (I still did.