"You see, that's more like it. You heard the lady. Let's take this upstairs."<br/><br/>Trev shifted a hand down to Helena's thigh to lift her up, curling it around so that his fingers pressed against her crotch. Jamal followed as Trev carried her up the stairs, going slowly as a cameraman filmed them coming up. "Which closet? Where?" Trev demanded.<br/><br/>He moved into the indicated bedroom, where he sat onto the bed, taking Helena down with him so she was now on his lap. "Check it," he said to Jamal, who went to the closet and opened it.<br/><br/>"Yeah, here it is. What's the combo?" A cameraman stood behind Jamal, filming the safe over his shoulder, while a second had his camera ogling Helena.<br/><br/>"I think we could have some fun," Trev said to her in a stage-whisper, gliding his hand across her belly, then up to pull up the sports bra, revealing her breasts to the camera. "Bet you married your husband for his money. You ever wish you had a real man's cock in you when he's fucking you?"