She attempted it anyway, but felt a strong hand clamp over her mouth from behind muffling her feeble attempt."HEmmmmmmmmpppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrff"Two...of the mexican workers next door grabbed her arms as the third (Jose) pulled her ankles up as they carried her to the ottoman in the living room. She noted the furniture had been moved while she was away and she noted her black stockings were now tied to each leg of the ottoman making it some kind of bondage furniture.The men held her facing. The sight of her firm bubble butt wiggling in front of me as we went through the doorway did absolutely nothing to relieve my straining erection.We entered the shower stall, with Tandra passing through the door first, and a strained air of unfamiliarity permeated our little world. Just as soon as I closed the shower door and turned around, I felt two arms snaking around my neck, and the soft smoothness of feminine skin pressing against me.“You like the look of my tits, don’t you Keith?” my. With his hand now gripping the hair above myforehead, I could do nothing but let him make the slow insertion, feelingmy throat stretch as he shoved his entire length into me. He let out amixed moan and sigh of pleasure as my lips, tongue and throat muscles allworked to milk his long black shaft. I slid my hands up to his hips,enjoying the feel of his leg muscles and the bones of his pelvis just belowwhere his abdomen tapered upwards, solid with muscle. It was so differentfrom that of any. Closing the door, he turned and Marta glommed on to him, both of her hands wrapped around his arm. Her head was down again and she was looking up through her bangs.Joe reached out and swept her hair back, tucking it behind her ears and kissed her on the forehead. “No hiding that gorgeous face, okay pumpkin?”Marta smiled briefly, her eyes flicking towards the house and the smile disappearing again, but she didn’t hide behind her hair again, and Joe took that as a win.At the front door, he.