Tag Teaming the Foreman at the Construction site:

My wife and I were building our dream home in a new community on the outskirts of town. One or both of us was stopping by every day making a video of the build for our children (when we have some). I had just completed a major project so my boss gave my group the afternoon off. It was right at 1:30pm when I arrived in front of our house but found no one working. Three houses down the hill was the foreman's truck along with 4 others, so I assumed they were at that house. I decided to walk down the back yards past the other houses and went into the rear door of the house where the trucks were located, as I had questions for the foreman. To my utter shock I was inside what was to be the kitchen and in the middle when looked through the open floor plan to the front of the family room, which over looked the driveway and road...to the shock of my life. Right at the front floor to ceiling window, behind a waist high stack of dry wall, was the foreman with his jeans around one ankle and his two legs spread wide (in his boots) bent over holding onto a saw horse getting his ass f***** by one of the trades. They were all in their sock feet with their jeans on the floor observing the boss being f***** - everyone looking over the dry wall for cars, stroking their c*** encouraging the other man to f*** harder. I backed behind a wall so no one could see me as I listened for a long time as each man took a turn on the foreman's ass. They were some nasty, dirty, verbal talking men as well as moaning and cursing. When I heard one say, "now its time for the finale; that big ole black snake" did I realize the only black man was going to get the last f***. I peeped as he grabbed the hips of the foreman slamming his d*** in so hard the foreman's screamed and raised his shoulders shaking his head. Just as I heard him say "I'm cumin" I stepped back in the middle of the kitchen where one of the men saw me while he was putting on his jeans. He screamed "company in the kitchen"... everyone turned to see me. I walked out the back door, up through the back yards to my house and out to my car. As I was attempting to leave the foreman and 3 men stepped in my path so I had to stop. They begged me not to say anything offering to service me for life. I told them to get out of my way and I drove off. I was several miles down the road when I realized I had drooled all over my suit pants ( I mean it was a big wet spot on my semi hard c*** head down the leg of my tan colored business suit.). I went back and talked to the foreman and promised to keep their secret. It took me some time to reconcile my feelings before I called for a private meeting with the foreman, who finished our house 2 weeks ahead of time. The term "builders punch list" has a new definition for me.

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