He knew all of our friends and I didn’t want any of them to know about this. I could see why he’d brag about being involved, but I didn’t need a...yone to know that I was involved, especially being on the losing in of the stick. And speaking of losing, in an almost separate area of the party there was a group of sad-sack looking white guys, clearly the husbands and boyfriends of the women.Diana saw us and came running to greet us. She’d clearly had a few drinks and I wasn’t sure if she’d make it. " She swallowed and moved her empty glass on the polished table top.I looked at her. She was embarrassed I think."I made quite a scene, very loud. He hit me, my husband struck me, and then he left with those men. He cursed and said he would be back and I would be sorry." When was this?" I asked."Three days ago. It was Saturday," she said.I refilled her glass as well as my own."How many people do you have here?"She shook her head. "Some have run off. My cook is still here, one of the maids, you. The other guy who was just standing in front of my wife suddenly took out his cock and made Ana stroke it. The guy who had his hand on her ass, let go and went in front of the dress and put his hand under to feel her pussy. He started to rub her pussy lips, while they just talk and Ana stroke the other guy. Someone came down over them, so they all stopped what they were doing. The two guys walked off, I came up, telling Anita I had seen everything.She asked saw what and I told her that guy. I had recuited him the day before to help me do his yard. I promised him a mouth full of jizz—lol cheap labor.It was a big yard, about 1 ½ acre. Lots of trees and bushes, and wood chips. This would be an all day gig, then the “bonus” afterwards for Mr. Wilson and his friend, Johnny.Took us about 2 hours to do the front. Mow, trim some bushes, and a few bags of mulch. By now we were both pretty pumped up, and dripping in sweat. Mr. Wilson and Johnny would walk around from the back every so often.