Carole was terrified.The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt. With suddenness and power, he yanked down on the shir...t, ripping it down the front.Carole was not wearing a bra, so when the shirt was ripped, her tits bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the action, ripping her shirt all the way down the front. “Well, look at these fucking udders,” the man said. “They are as nice as I thought.”At the same time, the man on her right turned Carole’s face. There was no romance in that. Besides, he wasn't that hard up. His hand worked just fine, and it was right there whenever he needed it, night or day.It was the change in the sign that caught his attention first. He could tell it had changed long before he had zoomed in enough to read it. Again, it was canted strangely, but he could read his name even in that position.His heart seized, and then pounded. She'd put his fucking name on her roof! He pushed the button to reorient the image, and. My body slides upon his, he grabs my ass, and I raise myself above him, while he holds me above his hard cock teasing my pussy with the tip. I go to lower myself onto to his cock, and he stops me, “Not until you ask nicely.” He says with that devilish smile. He continues to slide the tip back and forth against the outside of my pussy making me gasp every time he does. I lean forward and run my tongue across his lips; he opens his mouth and I bite his lip. “Please may I have your cock?” I ask. I think Tom learned the significance of measuring over and over again to be sure of every length, distance, and angle.When we finished tacking, the girls had arrived with lunch for all. Abe enjoyed lunch with us, eating some great roast beef sandwiches with potato chips, and Sue's Diet Cokes.After lunch Tom began welding. By the time he finished his frame, I was done welding and darn near done cleaning the welds.I inspected each weld with Tom, showing him in different places how he may have.