The problem was, she never told me. So when her husband asked about the night, I had to react on the fly; lucky for her, I was good at acting. She had...owed me ever since."Hey," I said as I got in the door. My two protectors ran for me, but I held my back, and instantly they stopped.I lay down on the couch. "Thank you," I said as Gwen brought my blanket from the other side of the sofa. The two of them lay on the floor.I eventually got tired and fell asleep. What finally woke me was the door. He nearly shoved her down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. There wasn’t even time to take her wet panties off. He pushed them to the side, took in her shaved pussy, and simultaneously slid his middle finger into her as he brought his watering mouth to her clit. His rough fingers felt amazing him her soft, tight self. She moaned loudly which made him start faster and harder. She was coming hard, harder, nearly convulsing on the carpeted entryway. All while never uttering a word.. Talk to you later.”She ended the call.For some reason it occurred to me that she could have been making the whole thing up just to tease me. Whether truth or fiction, I had to waste the rest of my break trying to get my cock to go back down so I could return to work.She must have sensed that I wasn’t sure she’d really done it, because the next time her parents were gone for the night (bless them, they travelled a lot that summer) she invited the guy back over. She made me wait in the kitchen. The gate was locked and they left. The Mexican called back, “In afew hours the boss will be back to take you somewhere real nice.” then theyleft laughing… [This was the first part of the letter, I couldn’t believe it. Ivettehad never done anything like that with me, I couldn’t imagine any of it beingtrue, till one afternoon two days after I found the letter, I found a pack ofpictures. The pictures of her licking the cum from he big tits were there, shehad.