"Let me do the talking," Marie said urgently, "don't give them anypersonal information. We go in, we fill out the forms, get our picturestaken, then l...ave. They don't get our real names, they don't get ourreal address. This is serious. Rubella, don't say anything at all, nomatter what. You're playing the mute game."May, now Rubella, nodded emphatically.Charlie, now Bloom, tipped her head quizzically, "How are we going tofill out forms if we don't give them our information?" Just use your. One from Barry, the other from Summer,” Kayla recalled, prompting both of them to kiss her on the mouth, first Barry, and then Summer, both with sufficient tongue to draw attention to them.“So, should we take this to the bedroom, guys?” I suggested, drawing grins from all of them, as things happened naturally, if not quite to plan. Instead of the initial lay being between Barry and me, it was Kayla and me, Barry and Summer. I entered Barry’s sultry girlfriend from behind on the bed in the. I would purposely bend over to pour their drinks placing my young firm tits in the face of one, while my skimpy shorts would ride up showing my ass cheeks in the face of another. The Mexican men would make rude comments between each other as I was serving them their drinks thinking that I didn’t understand a word of what they were saying. But I would love hearing their disgusting sexual comments and enjoy the way all of them eyeballed my nice firm breast and tight ass.The illegals would sleep. We found Robert and he quickly agreed to meet us at his studio to discuss doing a painting for us. While we did not talk about the subject of the work, my mind immediately went to the painting I was looking at with Franklin and was intrigued in reflection that I was aroused by the thought of wanting to be the woman in the painting with the cloaked men touching her. Then Anthony Shelton groped me in a similar manner at the end of the evening, and I was furious. Wasn’t that a contradiction in.