“There is a quid pro quo which is personal.”“Oh there is, is there?”“We don’t have a qualified engineer so I took the liberty of running a...l the tenders under the eye of a Civil Engineering lecturer at the university who Terry knows. He runs a lesser degree course for wannabe building engineers and asked whether we would ask the winner of the tender if their chief designer of the project could come and tell his students about it.”The response was immediate. “Of course! No problem at all! I’ll. And I still had a good ways to go before I could pull my truck over and get a bit of sleep, at least if I wanted to make my delivery on time.My name is Cole Shannon, and I was 6 foot 1, 270 pounds of lean... or not so lean, mean trucker. I was 36 years old with a slightly thick build, shaggy brown hair and a beard that I was somewhat proud of. Overall, I figured that I looked every inch the trucker that I was, including my old baseball cap and flannel shirt."C'mon," I muttered, glancing out the. At thesame time he looked at his cock and found it was the most repulsive thinghe ever saw. He can barely stand it but he was not able to look anywhereelse. His eyes kept staring at himself masturbating furiously. Hescreamed in horror to this unbearable view and could not believe he had tolive with it for the rest of his life. He soon ejaculate inside himselfand his cock got soft again. "Well my dear, see you in a couple of weeks. In the mean time I willinstall lot of mirror in this room. ” They were soon speeding off in a cab to Ross’s roomy ground floor apartment. Helen grabbed one of the sofas and half lay there with a can of strong lager in her fist. Two of the others sat on the spare couch, while the remaining three sat on the floor. They formed a sort of semi-circle around Helen. She thought to herself, What am I wearing? The answer was, Not much. She had leather sandals with no stockings, a very short black skirt, a short top showing her belly, a skimpy bra and a thong..