He only bent the door once. We had to park the Clark in the hole.Several times I have asked my crew, “Ain’t you glad you left Mexico?” I only as... when the windchill is 50 below. I get glares in return.But they always say, “Sí, Patrón.” ... and smirk.I passed out the Tyvek, “Dress up. Can’t have your dirt and dust in the boats.”The suits shucked out of overcoats and suit jackets. I slipped into my regular shop suit. Edgar checked us all out. He nodded and I started.“Gentlemen,” I said. “Now that. I bet you would like me to lick your ass, but you know what? Its never going to happen. She then went back to work. I could actually see her tongue entering his asshole as she jerked at his cock with her hand. You fucking slut! I thought to myself. There. she said wiping her hand across her lips. Now his dick is nice and hard, so he can fuck the hell out of me. My wife then came and laid down right in front of me, with her feet towards me. Get over here big boy, she said, spreading her. “My ex wife got so bitchy she wouldn,t even suck my cock for the last few years of our marriage the selfish cow!” Mick sighed as he seemed to enjoy my attention, then removed my shoes and socks, pulled off my trousers and boxers and started to give my stiffie oral attention as he licked precum off my knob. “I Love sixty nines whether with girls or guys!” he smiled. then lowered his mouth to my cock and soon we were both sucking loudly at each other,s lovely big cocks like old experienced gay. She decided that now was the moment to make a move."Oh, sorry to disturb you, Mr Henderson," said Brenda announcing her presence as she entered the office.Duncan turned with a look of horror on his face and with his cock embedded deep inside Carol."Um, I..." started Duncan as a red-faced Carol, sprawled over the desk, turned her head towards Brenda."Evening, Carol," said Brenda with a huge grin as she started to lower her own trousers."Brenda, what..." was Duncan's next attempt at starting a.