"Both teams headed right out.At end of the shift, Pat and Mike, the Irish guys, came back and the boss asked them how many they had installed. They sa...d that it was tough going, but they'd put in twelve.Forty-five minutes later, Ole and Sven, the Norwegian guys came back in and they were totally exhausted.The boss asked, "Well, how many poles did you guys install?"Ole, the team leader, wiped his brow and sighed, "Sven and me, we got three in."The boss gasped, "Three? Those two Irish guys put in. Those who'd seen them before were thrilled to see her in them. Sue would feign ignorance as she first kept bending to serve everyone, then stand to serve anyone else leaving her shapely ass, or screaming, fragrant pussy in someone's face.From the moment she painted these slacks on, the seam would start making love to her clit and her beautiful lips would immediately swell with excitement. Even when she dared to wear them on the streets and train, her glorious camel toe would broadcast its proud. " A what?" Wait here a minute." She ran upstairs and came back down with something in her hands. She held her hands to my face and said "Smell this."I sniffed and it smelled kind of like my hand."What is it?" I asked.She opened her hand and held up a pair of girl's panties.I was stunned and confused.I guess she was to embarrass to say it out loud. She whispered it in my ear. "These are my sister's panties."That was a lie. They were her panties. Her sister was a lot larger then she was."When a. ? Just don?t break any bones,doesn?t matter about bruises, of course, or what you do to the fuck-hole.? ?Fuck yeah, sir!?? He continued to entertain me, thrusting hishard young cock up the whore and slapping its face and tits alternately, andspitting on it.? I gave him a cigarette,but he left it dangling in his hot mouth, I didn?t light it.? I spoke to the slut-boy. ?Cunt-boy, here?s your task.? ?Yes, sir, anything,sir.? ?First you are to get fucking horny, andstay like that.? ?I?m always.