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   Angels and Oak Trees

   Part 8

   Christmas over the group settled into a regular routine.  Weekdays they
rarely met after school.  Instead all homework was done promptly and
diligently so that by Saturday morning they were free to go.  Both sets of
the boys parents were delighted with the newly acquired homework attitudes
and, after seeing the benefits of allowing the boys to work weekends in
terms of Christmas monies, had little objection to losing their sons for
most of every weekend.  Weekends became playtimes.  They would sometimes
spend a short while discussing future plans or the working business cover,
though those conversations were generally limited to Monica and Mica alone,
and the rest of the time would be spent enjoying time with each other. 
Sometimes Monica would join the youngsters in their fun, sometimes she
would not.  Towards the end of January Jorge arrived on the Saturday
morning.  He was early; he even got there before the boys and was in the
kitchen nursing a mug of tea when Mica and Jon let themselves in through
the kitchen door.  He greeted the boys warmly and then, as Jon slipped out
to go wake Emily, Mica joined in the conversation between Monica and Jorge.
A few moments later Mica left Jorge to make a couple of calls whilst he
went to encourage Jenny out of bed and Jon out of Emily's bed.  Sure
enough, when Mica wandered unannounced into Emily's room, there was
considerable movement under the duvet and lots of giggling.  "C'mon guys"
he announced loudly "we're working today.  Get some clothes on and come
down for breakfast" He left them to disengage whilst he moved along the
corridor to Jenny's room.  Jenny was up.  She was wandering around in her
jeans as she towelled her hair dry.  She wore nothing else.  "Hey" she said
shyly Mica was never quite certain how she could still be shy around him
but there it was.  "Hi gorgeous" he grinned Jenny smiled back.  "Did I hear
Jorge arrive?" "In the kitchen drinking tea" answered Mica as he slipped
his hands around her waist from behind.  His hands quickly moved up her
naked torso and his fingers engaged her nipples.  "ohhhh Mica.  You
mustn't. We have to go down." She breathed He giggled, turned her around
and kissed her deeply.  Then he sat on the edge of her bed and watched as
she finished drying her hair and dressing.  Dressing was quick.  A tee
shirt was all she added to the ensemble.  As Mica and Jenny passed Emily's
door Mica banged on it hard.  "Alright, alright" wailed Jon from inside. 
"be right there".  And thus, 20 minutes later, Jorge was explaining the
day. "Nothing special" he growled "I film you doing things here is all"
"Like what?" asked Jon "Normal things.  Brush teeth, wash dishes, polish
table." Jon raised an eyebrow.  "Just need few bits to top up galleries
every now and then" Jorge explained "then when do big event everybody
happy" "Peeps are gonna pay to watch me brush my teeth?" queried Emily
"They pay" replied Jorge "to see Jon help you brush teeth.  To see Jon with
hands in your pants.  This you know!" snapped Jorge impatiently.  "oh"
mocked Emily "well that's ok, as long as he gets his hands into my pants at
some time." "Emily!" warned her mother "Not every 13 year old gets this
much time with her boyfriend.  Best you remember how lucky you are." "Sorry
mum" she replied "When do we start?" asked Mica lightening the mood
instantly "When guests arrive" answered Jorge "Guests?" Jenny asked as the
doorbell rang.  "I'll go" announced Monica moving towards the door.  The
rest of the gathering sat quietly, saying nothing.  Pretty soon Monica
returned with two men in tow.  "This is Craig and this is Dale" she
announced to the group.  Both men were in their early 30's at a guess. 
Craig was about 6'2 and Dale a few inches taller.  Both carried themselves
confidently, assertively.  Jorge rose and greeted them like long lost
family.  The others sat and watched.  Eventually Mica cleared his throat
and everybody turned to the boy.  Confidently he marched over to the men,
looked each of them in the eye and shook hands as he introduced himself. 
He then introduced Jon, Jenny and Emily.  The men nodded but said little.
Mica took the stage once more.  "Craig and Dale" he announced "are here to
see if they fit in with the group" Mica held up his hand to stifle the
immediate question from Emily.  "If they get along with us and we like them
they will become our security when we need it." "Security?" asked Jenny
"Sometimes" Mica continued "it would be wise to have some additional
protection during our shoots away from the house" Jenny nodded her
understanding, Jon followed suit.  "But they get to watch.  They know who
we are.  Will they behave?" asked Emily Jorge stood.  "They my friend.  I
know them long time.  They know Monica also.  I trust them." "I trust them
too kids" echoed Monica "Good enough for me" announced Mica as he looked at
each face in turn.  "But, the deal is, if you don't get along with them
then they don't stay.  Is that right gents?" "No problems Mica.  It's
important that we can all get along and trust each other" replied Dale for
the both of them.  "Today we get used having them about" snapped Jorge
busily.  "Then when we need, they come.  When we not need they not come."
"Expensive?" queried Jon Craig was about to answer when Mica stepped
forward again.  "They are not cheap Jon, but the costs will be more than
covered from the expense fund and I don't care what they cost if they keep
the girls safe." Jon nodded his acquiescence.  Mica nodded to Craig who
cleared his throat before speaking.  "What we have agreed up to now" he
started "is £300 per day each, plus expenses.  What you get is total
discretion, total loyalty, 24/7." Emily, was blunt as usual.  "Are you any
good?" The two men laughed.  Jorge answered.  "They good.  They once
soldier.  Special forces." "And now you're working for £300 a day?" queried
Jon "Now" growled Dale "we decide who we work for and who we work against.
It's worth the reduction to get control of our lives." The conversation
petered out.  Monica made fresh tea and coffee.  Jenny made toast, Mica
fried eggs and bacon.  The newly enlarged crew ate, slowly breaking down
barriers and talking about day to day things.  Eventually Jorge brought
matters to a halt.  "Right.  We need work or we not have cash to pay Craig
& Dale." Craig grinned "Cheers Jorge but todays on us.  We need to like you
guys as much as you need to like us" "You know what we do?" asked Jenny
quietly "We've seen the website" answered Dale "Looks like you have a lot
of fun" Jenny blushed, Emily giggled.  Emily was up first.  The scene
opened with her in the bathroom, leaning over the sink as she brushed her
teeth.  Music blared from somewhere and Emily gyrated with the beat as she
brushed.  The young blond wore her hair in a ponytail.  Her face was
masked, as usual, this time with a plain bandit mask in pale blue.  She
wore a blousy short sleeved top in almost matching blue.  The top ended at
the bottom of her ribcage and there was a joyous gap of flesh between the
pale blue material and the top of her baggy red shorts.  The camera panned
down her long slender legs to her bare feet and then back up as she
continued to brush.  The door opened and a Jon slipped into the bathroom.
The camera caught a shot of her glancing at him through the mirror and
smiling warmly.  He was dressed in a simple tee shirt over blue jeans.  He
was barefoot.  Jon's mask was light brown, but equally straightforward. 
Jon watched her swaying hips and gyrating butt for a few moments and then
stepped forward.  He held onto her hips as he started to bump and grind
against her.  Emily dropped the toothbrush into the sink and, holding on to
the taps, worked her body against the boy.  The camcorder and stills camera
worked furiously.  Hundreds of potential shots were captured before the
signal was given and Jon started to let his hands wander over her body as
he ground against her.  Eventually, he found his way under her top and
played for a while unseen, before helping it up and over her head.  Briefly
she let go of the taps so that she could raise her arms for him. 
Underneath she wore a white bikini top.  Jon ran his hands over her bikini
covered bumps for a few moments before sliding down and around the front to
unbutton her shorts.  He took his time, stopping from time to time to grind
a little more and roam over the upper half of her body.  In doing so he
elicited gasps and moans from the little vixen.  Eventually he was
satisfied that she was fully undone and backed away sufficiently for her
shorts to fall away to reveal matching bikini bottoms.  The cameras
captured her kicking away the shorts before Jon started the grind once
again.  His hands were everywhere.  Her expression chopped and changed
depending on what his hands did.  It was almost like a remote control.  In
fact, by then, it probably was.  Jon was taking instruction off camera. 
Emily was just being taken.  Another signal saw the boy tug free the
strings of her bikini top.  The camera caught her change of expression as
her small, firm breasts were exposed to the air.  It caught both her
expression and her whimpering's as his hands found her nipples and began
the dance.  Emily was grinding harder and faster, lost in the moment. 
Still, when he stopped to tug his own tee shirt over his head, the girl
watched the show through the mirror.  When he stopped a second time to
discard his jeans she looked down, under her own arm, and licked her lips
as he stood for a moment in a pair of tight red speedos.  Then Jon undid
her bikini bottoms.  The grind continued with the naked girl writhing
between sink and boy as he reached around to toy with nipples and pussy as
he felt the urge.  Eventually he turned her.  Her hands reached instantly
for his cock.  He batted her away.  Jon inserted two fingers into her cunt
and Emily gasped as she leant back against the sink and let the boy probe.
He withdrew his fingers, took her by the waist and hoisted her onto the
sink.  Emily sat awkwardly, holding herself up as best she could and with
her legs bent and splayed.  She gasped and hissed as his fingers found her
once again and then succumbed to a look of shock as he bent and replaced
fingers with tongue.  Hesitantly at first, Jon probed her folds with his
tongue.  This wasn't in the script and Jorge had to move quickly to his
knees to capture the action.  Jon built up a rhythm with his tongue sliding
up and down her slit as one forefinger pumped in and out slowly.  Emily
groaned loudly.  Then, as Jon slipped a second finger into her passage, he
moved his focus to her clit, lapping at it and sucking it between his lips.
"ohhhhh fuck!" she wailed as her body bucked against the boys face and the
orgasm ripped through her.  Jon stood as she slumped in the sink.  His face
glistened with her juices.  He leaned forward and kissed her.  Sharing her
own flavour with her.  Then, with some degree of urgency, he pulled her out
of the sink and let her drop to her knees.  He dragged the front of his
speedos down as he thrust her face into his crotch.  "Suck it.  Do it now!"
he growled This was what Emily had expected, although possibly not with
such urgent tones.  Her mouth opened automatically and Jon rammed his
erection between her parted lips with an urgency of his own making.  He
thrust twice and then, as testified by the look on Emily's face as he held
her head in place, he filled her mouth with his hot juice.  Off camera the
girl coughed and spluttered before looking at Jon and grinning.  He grinned
back.  "Intense" he hissed.  Dale and Craig began clapping and Emily
remembered her new audience.  Briefly she covered herself with her arm and
then, staring straight at the men, she forced herself to uncover.  Emily
clambered up and moved to Jon.  She slipped an arm around his waist and the
two moved off together quietly.  "You coping?" Mica asked Dale Dale moved
the bulge within his jeans slightly before answering.  "reckon I'll manage"
the man responded quietly.  The crew moved downstairs to the dining room.
The scene opened with Jenny polishing the large round dining table.  She
had a cloth in one hand and a pot of furniture wax in the other.  The
camera moved around the table to view her from the side.  Jenny was wearing
a sports bra top and a pair of jogging bottoms.  Naturally, she also
sported a plain bandit mask.  The camera moved again and focussed on Mica,
dressed in jeans and tee shirt, arranging plates and bowls on a nearby
dresser.  As Jenny leaned further and further to wax the table the camera
noticed Mica taking peeks at her firm rump as it pointed skywards. 
Eventually he moved over and stood alongside her as she polished.  The girl
didn't stop work.  She didn't even miss a beat when he palmed her firm
buttocks.  She yelped a little when he pinched her, but then giggled up at
him as he caressed away the pain.  "There is a special way to get a better
shine" he offered "What's that?" she asked pausing briefly.  Mica took the
cloth and wax from her hands and put then to one side.  "You have plenty of
polish on the table, it just needs a good shine." He suggested "But you
took my cloth" the girl protested Mica grinned beneath his mask.  "Let me
show you" he smiled as he pushed her forward so that her breasts were
crushed against the table.  He then slipped a hand between her legs and one
between her shoulder blades.  With the two hands he moved her so as to use
her sports bra covered tits to do the polishing.  "This isn't working" the
girl announced after a while.  "let me up" Mica did as she asked "Where's
my cloth?" she demanded Mica looked around.  The polish was where he had
put it.  The cloth was not.  "Use this" he suggested flicking at the lower
hem of her sports bra "it's dirty now anyway." "I suppose you're right" she
agreed as she tugged her bra over her head to reveal her bare breasts
below. Jenny turned back to the table, polishing it now with her screwed up
sports bra.  The camera watched as Mica focussed on her backside and then
her bare breasts, her bare breasts and then her backside.  "It's not
working" he announced "you need something softer" "Um" she agreed,
thinking. "You could use your jog bottoms" the boy suggested "Promise not
to look?" she queried "Scouts honour" the boy replied as he turned his back
on her.  The girl pretended to think for a few moments longer and then,
biting her lower lip, she undid the ties around her waist and slipped her
jog pants down her long legs.  Jenny bunched them up and bent over the
table to polish some more.  The camera focussed on the thin strip of the
back of the red thong as it slipped between her buttocks.  "ohhh this works
much better" she announced brightly as she polished Mica appeared alongside
her "Oh yes, much better" he agreed as his hand slipped to her near naked
arse "You're not supposed to be looking" she scolded "I'm not looking, I'm
touching" the boy replied.  Jenny giggled Her polishing slowed as his hand
fumbled between her legs.  "You mustn't" she hissed "Can I Look then?" he
asked "Ok, if you must" she agreed Mica moved around and started to draw
the thong down her thighs.  "What are you doing" the girl squealed "You
said I could look!" he protested "I'm looking" The girl appeared to think
about that.  Before she had finished she was naked and the boy was pulling
her upright to face him.  Her eyes widened as his hand snaked between her
thighs and found her mound.  Her lips parted and a small sound crept out as
he parted her lips and penetrated her with a finger.  Then she was being
lowered backwards.  She lay on the table as the boy scurried around
securing arms and legs with suddenly available ropes.  The camera spent
some time capturing the sight of the naked girl, tied and spread on the
highly polished table.  When Mica moved back into shot he took time to
attach one nipple clamp and then slowly walk around the table to attach the
other.  Jenny let out a short gasp with each attachment and writhed briefly
whilst she grew accustomed to the discomfort.  Thereafter, whenever the boy
approached the table, the chain between the clamps would be jiggled and
Jenny would let out subtle moans.  Eventually he came back and held up a
string of love beads for her to see.  She winced slightly and then
shuddered as each of the beads was slipped into her passage.  Finally, Mica
approached with a substantial corded vibrator.  This was a toy that Jenny
had never set eyes on previously and she paled at the sight of the huge
beast.  "Ohhhhhh goddddddd!" she wailed as the boy pressed the whirring
head against her slit and moved it up into contact with her clit.  Up and
down he trailed the vibrator and Jenny felt the extra surge every time he
pressed against her clit.  Her stomach muscles tensed, she fought against
her bonds and she writhed as the boy pushed home his advantage and
concentrated on that one special area.  Finally Jenny exploded in a
combination of body convulsions and a wailing roar.  Her head shook from
side to side and her hips bucked but still the boy kept the power on. 
"pleeeeze" she finally screamed "no more" Grinning beneath his mask Mica
turned off the power.  He moved to the side of the table so that Jenny
could watch him undress and he stripped quickly and efficiently.  He held
his erection out to her.  "Want it?" he asked "If you like?" she replied.
Mica grinned, reached down and turned the vibrator back on.  As he brought
it back into contact with her clit she screamed out to him.  "Ohhh goddddd
yes.  Let me, ohhhh, suck it.  Oh goooooood.  Pleeeeeze" Mica turned his
toy off and clambered onto the table.  He straddled the girl and climbed up
her prone body.  "Well?" he asked as his cock stopped half an inch from her
lips "Please let me have it.  Let me suck you dry" came the response He
fucked her face then.  He was hard and determined.  She gagged, she bucked
and he rode her like a rodeo bull until finally, he emptied his load down
her throat and she swallowed hard.  Mica grinned as Dale adjusted himself
once again.  "Well guys.  Do you think you can manage to work whilst this
is happening all around you?" the boy asked.  The two men exchanged glances
and then, in unison, nodded.  Mica turned to Jenny.  He slipped a couple of
fingers into her cunt and wiggled them to get her attention.  "Happy with
the guys watching what I do to you?" "Uh.  Oh Mica, yeah ok." She grunted
Mica turned to Emily and Jon, curled up together on a nearby armchair.  "No
worries" Jon answered the unspoken question.  "Cool" announced Mica "you're
hired" he added before turning to Emily "Get some clothes on Ems, time for
some happy snaps.  Over the next hour Emily was photographed in various
states of dress and partial dress.  Mainly bikinis, shorts and crop tops.
Sometimes without the tops, sometimes without the bottoms and sometimes
with nothing at all.  Through it all she sometimes took a short breather to
overcome the effect of the love beads that Jon had slipped inside her just
before the camera started to roll.  During that hour, Jenny had been
allowed to rest, encouraged to undertake kitchen duties and had sometimes
watched her sister posing and being posed.  She too still retained a string
of beads within her and she too periodically felt a gentle ripple, just
enough to keep her on edge.  Mica called a halt to Emily's session and
replaced her with Jenny.  Similar shots, similar poses and similar states
of undress were repeated.  Emily, wearing a plain red bikini, watched from
the sidelines.  Handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back and the boys
took turns stroking her breasts and pussy through her bikini throughout. 
The combined efforts of the two teenage boys and the internal beads had the
young girl in something of frenzy.  Still, with her hands behind her back
there was little she could do.  Finally, Jorge finished with Jenny and, at
Mica's beckoning; she came and sat near her sister.  By now Emily was
writhing about, trying to find some way of generating the friction she
desperately needed to push herself over that cliff.  Mica took the
camcorder from Jorge.  He sat on the sofa, one leg extended before him. 
"C'mon Emily" he urged "Pretend you're a dog" The girl looked at him
dumfounded.  "Hump my leg" the boy grinned.  A spark lit in the girls'
brain and she moved forward.  He started filming and she stopped moving. 
She looked at the camera, looked sideways at Jon, at her sister, her
mother, Jorge and the two new men in the group.  Her eyes pleaded.  Nobody
intervened.  With a brief scowl she moved forward and lowered herself
against his leg.  It only took a few grinding strokes before her fluid
gushed and she rolled sideways onto the floor, breathing raggedly.  Mica
rolled her on to her front.  Unlocked the cuffs and rolled her onto her
back again.  He stood over her, a leg either side of her body, filming
downwards.  "Strip" he commanded.  The thirteen year old wriggled out of
bikini top and bottoms as he filmed.  He grinned.  "Part your legs" Her
legs parted.  "Show me" Her hands slipped down and she held her lips apart
to display her insides.  The camera caught it all.  "Right" snapped Mica
brightly as he walked away from the prone girl "time for something to eat."
Jon helped Emily up and into a robe.  She smiled at him.

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