Her hands were against the window supporting her, as she leaned over. I could see her ass flesh ripple as the large, older Mexican humped her from beh...nd. He moved his hands down her sides, and grabbed her hanging tits. Anita's head was hanging down, her blonde curly hair covering her face. I could see she had a helpless, pleading look on her face. But I just sat there, with a hard on, watching her naked body being ravaged by our gardener.Eventually, she just took it and stopped struggling with. Back at it again, are you,” he chuckled. “Well, why don’t you bring it around and we can discuss what you want to accomplish and see which of the programs fits best.”“Thanks, Mr. Conradi. I really appreciate it. I’ll give you a call and see when you can find some time.”“Thursday afternoon is open right now, Joel. That would be the best time,” he said.“Oh, great. Thanks, Sir. I’ll see you after lunch on Thursday if that’s not too soon.”“No, that will be fine ... and by the way, you can call me. I am dressed as a convict, complete with ball and chain. Her boss is having a Halloween party at his estate which sits on six acres out in the country. The invitation was sent earlier in the week and said that the party would start at four o’ clock in the afternoon. As we headed out, Sue told me that she had a surprise for me sometime during the party. I could only smile at the thoughts of what it could possibly be. ‘Sweetheart, I want you to really ‘enjoy’ yourself tonight.’ Sue said, reaching. I had been late once, and only once, but remembered well how angry my mother had been. But the alternative was less pleasant, because being in the house on a Sunday afternoon meant that chores would be assigned, and I had no thirst for spending my afternoon cleaning around the house. And because of just that, when I arrived at Betty’s house to find out that her mother had decided that they would be driving over to Betty’s Grandmother’s for the day and that she could not spend time with me, that.