As I walked out of the restroom, a 30 something white guy came up to me and handed me a piece of paper and said, "Please text me the next time you are...working this rest stop, I want some of that action." He lingered for a second hoping I would stop him and service him now. I put the paper in my pocket and walked to the car. (Why did I put the number in my pocket?!)Send: ON MY WAYI drove on to "our spot".As I pulled into the empty gas station, I saw his wrecker truck in the parking lot. I rolled. Millie had managed to catch all of the cum and swallowed it immediately. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them around Michael’s limp dick (which ultimately led to another hard-on immediately) “You gonna titty fuck me baby?” she groaned as he pumped his cock up and down. His penis was well lubricated with cum and slid up and down her breasts fast.Millie then got up and grabbed a bottle of champagne form the fridge. She unscrewed the top and handed it to Michael. “I think you know what to do. " That is good to hear, Sir. What — " I have business to do, Captain. Meet me in Rostov in three days. I want to hear how the engines perform." Yes, Sir."I took a taxi that was waiting for me to the other end of the town and phoned Mom and Dad. This call would lead CSIS to me almost immediately so I was brief. I didn't mention anything about Jonna or Tiffany.The taxi took me downtown and I just visualised the barn and the portal. I added my own position and superimposed them. It took longer but. He drew in a deep sharp breath and shifted his hips. He was still wonderfully tight. I pumped and rested whenever I felt the approach of an orgasm. He had already squirted his come all over his belly and chest and his cock shrank away in my hand. I used his come as lubricant when my saliva had dried up and I was long before ejaculating myself. I fucked him with a renewed strength after each little pause. His face took on a sweet dreamy glow. I was never a clock-watcher when it came to sex.