So our conversation kept on going for a while. Now, while she was in my room, I would try to touch her here and there and pull her from this side to t...e other side and block her way. She would laugh sometimes; she would act getting irritated sometimes. This went for a few weeks.Sometime I would get home late and not see her. Sometime she would not come and instead, her mom would be there. She was there just to help her mom in her spare time.I started talking to my house maid’s daughter on her. Bastard wanted to pretend he didn't know me did he?My blood pressure rose and I'm sure my coloring did to. Without knowing it, I had moved even closer to JC, away from Kevin."I wasn't aware you were here." Kevin said his eyes locked on mine, ignored the other men in our little cluster."Nor was I." I said coldly again meeting his stare with a challenge.He looked great. Why did men look so good dressed up. He even smelled good."Keevinnn." A whinny voice said over his shoulder.I broke my stare to. He starts out at a slow pace, working up to what I know will be a deep hard throat fucking. I can feel my teeth graze against his shaft; he begins to move a bit faster. The head of his cock keeps pushing into my throat with each thrust. His pace quickens as I listen to his groans of pleasure. I feel my own excitement grow, hearing him moan. “Open wider, pet!” He growls at me, I do, and he begins to thrust with such force I can feel every last inch of him fill my throat. I begin to gag. “Okay, I guess. What should I do. Will you hold the bottle for me and I’ll fill it up?”“Fill it up?” Marie laughed. “I’d like to see that.”“What...what?” the boy snapped back, somewhat surprised she would doubt him.“That’s a pretty tall order, My Boy,” she said, holding up the empty bottle for him to inspect.“Oh, just watch,” he replied, accepting her unstated challenge.Pulling the damp gown above his groin, he took his fully erect cock in his right hand and began massaging his testicles.