“Put that out would ya?”The well spoken Mexican had taken cover closest to our campfire. The flames were dying down but still putting off enough l...ght to give away our position, providing the rustlers with an unfair advantage.“Sure thing boss,” Carlos replied in a hushed tone, understanding my meaning perfectly. He worked quickly to kick out the flames, staying low to the ground the entire time.“Listen boys,” the lead rustler said, his booming voice echoing off the boulders. “This ain’t hard. "Ummm no. Just was listening to his story and it was turning me on," I mumbled nervously, trying to put my dick away."Naw, leave it out," Tristan commanded, "get on your knees yo."I obeyed, feeling like at this point they had the upper hand, besides my job being on the line I figured I could go to jail for spying on them. Once on my knees my head was smack in the middle of both their semi hard dicks still dripping from the shower water as it fell from their bodies."Get us hard," Tristan ordered. She blushed and stood back up. While heading to turn the lights out, she noticed a car was left turned on in a bay in the garage. She headed towards the car and noticed that the mechanics had left for the night. Grace walked over to the car, noticing the sleek red finish, steel rims, and manual gear shift. This car looked hot. No one was around so Grace slid into the drivers seat. Her fingers traced the dash and the steering wheel. She felt the gear shift. Mmmmmm. 5 speed. She stepped on. I pulled my hand away and she broke her kiss and to my surprise asked me why I stopped. I didn’t know what to say. I answered truthfully and said I didn’t mean to do that. I lied of course; and then I added another lie and said I heard that some people like that. She told me that Joe never did that and asked me if I would do it some more. It occurred to me that this situation was getting way out of control. I’ll blame any error on the booze. Carmen rolled off me and positioned her ass for easy.