They nodded in approval. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.” Jeff said. “No. Jeff kicked the door open and we all went inside. Early afternoon arrived and I heard Jeff barge through the door. The girl was soon squirming and moaning under the bright lights, her moans gradually increasing in intensity. It was a 38-caliber revolver. He then positioned her on her knees with her butt in the air. “Did you get the money?” Roger asked. “Got us some food and brews.” He said rather proudly. I was extremely nervous as I fingered the handle on the 38, which I had put inside the ski mask. Jeff ordered the girls to start fondling each other as the camera taped their every move. She then guided her head under the steady stream of water and made sure all the lather was out. Once again we turned on the big light fixtures.
