The whole project looked impossible.I took everything I had been given to my boss, an old Swede. He was fascinated with the idea and gradually infecte... me with his fire. A few things had to be done before the project could be remotely feasible. The well had to be re-dug and I had to inspect the place to insure that the plow and harrow were useable.The project was budgeted for twelve hundred dollars a month. I had no idea if that was despicably useless or massively over-funded. Only time would. Yet, the smile that she rewarded him with was gorgeous. It was a mix of timidity and passion. Then they moved on to their routine, Misha applying oil to her hair and Rahul massaging her scalp. Many times, he saw her eyes capturing him whenever his focus was on her cleavage or side-boobs. Rahul never made any secret of his admiration and didn't think he had to now. He knew her sister liked the attention. He thought her eyes were delighted to catch him peeking over her cleavage. That must. “Oh yes! That’s it!” she moaned as she took my hand from her ass and slid it between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She rocked her hips, bending my cock, each time I thrust upwards. “Oh God Rick! Your cock feels so good!” The tight, wetness of her warm cunt made me moan into the soft flesh of her breasts as my tongue washed her nipple, drawing cicles around the stiff nub. I could feel her muscles as the worked my dick, contracting around my crown, assuring that I wouldn’t escape, expanding. "I reached out and unlocked the door, swinging it open as Mike approached. We entered and Samantha quickly bound the sleeping guy's hands and feet with zip-ties and I brought him around just as she slapped the duct tape over his mouth.Yes, there was a reason.We silently made our way upstairs. Kirsten checked each door with her stethoscope indicating an occupant's breathing behind three of the doors. We split into three teams, Mike and Tiffany, Lea and Kirsten and Samantha and myself. I made.