Think you can send some lazy, perverted poolboy to our home and get away with it? Wrong. Now the owner of the pool company himself is trapped between us, and his smug little attitude won’t save him. Not when we’re strapped, ruthless, and dripping with dominance. First, we’ll stuff his pathetic little mouth shut with our straps, making sure every whimper is muffled by silicone. Then? Oh, his tight, virgin asshole won’t know what hit it. One cock stretching him open… then another. No mercy. No breaks. Just deep, relentless thrusts until he’s drooling, trembling, and begging for us to stop (or for more… we can’t tell). Think he’ll ever send another incompetent worker again? Not after this. Watch him break.