Jamal ducked the knife, knowing it was coming, and he and Trev both sprinted after Helena. They caught her a few feet before she reached the hallway, Trev grabbing Helena with one arm around her throat, the other under her breasts, squeezing them slightly between his arms. His grip was technically lousy, but his arms were quite muscular, making it convincing. He was hard already, his cock a long thickness against Helena's ass.<br/><br/>One camera zoomed in on how Helena's breasts were shaped by the arms, while Jamal got in front of Helena, pulling out his own knife and waving it threateningly. "The safe, bitch! The safe your lily-ass banker husband keeps the money in!"<br/><br/>To the side, Mark smiled. The boys were getting into it, carrying off their roles with good conviction. Bringing Helena in may have been just the thing -- they'd gotten a bit too comfortable with Sable.<br/><br/>Trev rotated his lower arm, cupping Helena's left breast with his right hand, kneading it slowly and firmly.