Chapter 13

Up until now Stacey had felt unsure and a bit scared. She had hoped that this man would have just had his fun and left. The Boss although menacing had been almost affectionately polite to her; and though a lot older he had a certain animal charm. Even after he'd called her a bitch and been so arrogant she had rationalised it all until it virtually made sense. It had to be done for the house, for her lifestyle and well even for her useless husband. But now her gut twisted, and her chest rose in a slow pant. Some of her tied back hair had escaped and now hung in strands across her freckled nose and high cheek boned features. Oh god, two... err, I... She stammered as the Asian man neared her.

The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist. On your feet you sexy little tart, he growled. His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; almost in confusing as the mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her ass, then her tanned thighs were stroked. He gripped one small tits making her back arch, then caressed her swan neck his finger pushing up to her hot wet mouth. All the time he was grunting in approval. Hmm, yes, hmm, good, good ahhh, until he finally gave a non negotiable order. Fucking lay on the kitchen table while we get a good look at you.

Stacey whimpered a little and again looked back at the Boss. He was beginning to stand pointing in that direction. She almost jumped out of her skin as the Mask suddenly hooked his finger inside her tiny briefs ripping them from under her skirt. We won't need them! He mumbled to himself. Then he suddenly had a worrying thought. My timer! He said panicking.

The Boss frowned pointing to the chiming clock on the wall. It's three now, we won't be disturbed till four. You don't fucking need your timer! The Boss shook his head; his friend was one crazy fuck. But he didn't know anyone else as willing as him. Shit. He just had a thought. Had he just got out of the car dressed like that, mask and all? The Boss didn't have time to ask before Stacey decided to struggle for real.

3:00 am

Both men instantly grabbed her arms, the Bosses cock nudging the small of her back the Mask hooking under her knees to lift her onto the pine table. She whined and grunted neither man raising their voice both in control; practiced. She was flat on her back the hard surface making her chest thrust up, her plimsoll rubber screeching on the surface. Her shoulders were pulled to the table edge so her neck and head dangled over the side. In this position she was unable to resist for long before her head tired and fell back. The Boss was holding her shoulders down allowing her hands to grasp the table sides. His cock was above her stretched neck and chin and he angled it down horizontal. It came to her lips and she had little choice but begin blowing the old black fuck. But this time her nostril pointing up into his fats balls, his cock sliding straight deep into her upside down mouth and throat. Mggggggggg!