”“Good day,” he said. That wasn’t the Good day of confirmation. It was the Good Day of get the fuck out of my office.I shrugged, got to my fee... and peacefully left.As the door to his office swung closed, I heard the manager mutter, “Fucking wetbacks.”“Come on, el Patrón. I have an idea.”“I do, too.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a pleasant chuckle.It sounded evil. Somebody is in deep doodoo. I have a feeling my idea is considerably more legal than his.“We’re being followed?” I asked.“What?” said el. But his rigid young rod was thin andit shot in so deep and so quickly that I felt if hit my very inside.Still gagged, I screamed as my hands now clasped onto the downy fur ofhis round ass and my nails dug so deep they broke his skin, painting redmarks across his freckled butt. Then I felt his warm gush as though I'dtapped a geyser and his sticky fluid rushed back, first filling my holethen pouring the excess down his rod and across my legs. His body droppedon top of mine with such a heaviness. She was holding our breakfast on a large tray and trying her best to ignore the beautiful blonde girl sucking my finger as if it were a small thin cock.I was feeling a little tired by the time we got to the hotel, Jim as well, but Katrina was energetic and keeping us involved. She was used to staying up all night, as was I really, but the normalcy of visiting my family had given me a sense of jetlag. In Vegas we usually slept from about ten in the morning until six at night, which is for the. A few minutes later Lisa appeared, wearing a mechanics overall with her long blonde hair tied up. Went over to the tool box, took a spanner while looking at the engine.“Where do I start?” She said.“Ryan, what was our budget for this project? I think it’s going to double by the looks of it.”Squinting her eyes, she lightly pushed my shoulder.I worked on the Aston Martin every day, Lisa next to me from the moment I was at Ryan’s house till the time I left. Even when Ryan came to the Inn with his.