There was a hedge behind me hiding me that way - I could only be seen from above. Perfect! I put my things down and started to explore my body with my...hands again, but it wasn't quite right - I was standing up and not giving the best of shows. I looked at the ground below me: hard packed earth, with a bit of scrubby grass. There was nothing for it, I lay down on the earth. There was a loud "Whoop!" from one of the men - but his colleagues quietened him - both sets of builders were aware that. "I can't get my cock out with my hands tied." Why? Can't find it?"I am of average size so the comment less an insult than his attempt to keep me in line. I watched as a hand reached around, opened my zipper, and reached inside. The hand took hold of me and tugged it out. It was a tense situation but that didn't stop my cock starting to firm in this strange hand. "You like getting jacked off don't you?" The fist pumped up and down the shaft of my cock as the other man's breath heated the. Since the night was hot, Amber chose a mono strap pink top, white boyshorts, and to show off her French manicured toenails, a pair of corkwedge sandals with multi-colored t-straps. Thanks to multiple U.S.government financed make-over and cosmetology lessons, Amber applied hermakeup with a skilled artist's touch. She slipped leaf shaped goldearrings on and a placed a matching bracelet on her left arm. Shesprayed the air with perfume then stepped forward to let the mist driftdown on her. . My hands cupped her big tits, and I could immediately tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. They felt so soft to the touch. She was so turned on by that time that my encircling fingers could feel the nipples poking through the fabric. My hands roamed downwards. I caressed her tummy, felt the soft curves of her hips and slowly my hands started inching toward her pussy. When they did reach the panties, it was my turn to gasp. All I could feel was a wetness where her panties should have been. It was.