So here there I was, kneeling behind the gloryhole box that I had built and my Ma’am told me that I was to take care of her friends. When the door ...pened a bit later, I saw them as they came into the garage. I recognized all of these guys from the school. I had even coached a few of them. My Ma’am explained that if anyone got tired of the drinking games later on, they were more than welcome to “use” the hole. A couple of the guys weren’t real sure what she was talking about so she. I could hear Greg telling him to do it. And then Ron shoved his big ass cock into her pussy and came within moments of the fucking. Then Greg moved the phone closer to see how much cum was coming out of my wife's pussy. I admit I was getting hard from it but concern fell on me. My wife was a long shot to get pregnant but there was still the chance. Both guys going all raw on her, it was hot but again it something I wanted with her now. She kissed the phone and that was it. This was all I had. I spend what can only be described as an hour of hell getting all the straw out before tackling the pile of shit, how the fuck do you pick up straw with a fucking pitchfork? It falls through and doesn’t hold. Gwen has been done and tells me she’ll be getting her horse ready and where to meet up. I get done and hear someone whistling behind me and turn to see a pair of ranch hands, I think that’s what they’re called, trying to get my attention. “So where is your hose,” one asks me and I look. Slowly she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She let out a breath of relief and went to turn on a light. She felt someone grab her hand and she screeched.“Lights can be dangerous.”She pivoted trying to pull her hands away from her assailant. Luca kept a firm grip on her hands.“How...”“I told you, this isn’t my first job and it won’t be the last.”“How did you get here? How did you get into my farm house?”“Did you really think you could slip from me again? It was no problem picking the lock.