The next day in my office behind my laptop, the erotic visions from the previous night still occupied my brain. I squeezed my legs together as my eyes...wandered towards the hallway. I went into the long corridor and glanced at my female colleagues, passing me by. How many of them knew about this? Were they somehow involved? Had some of them discretely agreed to ‘perform’ at Jo’s apartment? My hot imagination ran riot.A hand, touching my arm, startled me. “Elise, you look lost. Are you in. " You got a grinder?" You can use mine, but it stays here too. You like salt? It's in that bag behind you. Take some if you want. I got some of that rice if you like to eat Mexican. There's tomatoes and onions growing out back behind the ranch house. Don't mess with more than one of my eggs, and leave all of my chickens alone unless I say that you can have one."He grabbed a few chiles and spices, and then looked around at some of my other things, but I guess he decided that he had enough to do. He had hitched a ride with an overweight slob of a truck driver, who hadbeen only too happy to accept a blowjob as payment. But if having to wraphis tired lips around the driver's disgustingly dirty cock had not beenenough, worse was to come. When they reached the next truck stop, thedriver insisted that he could go no further that night. Eric was forced toseek help from three grinning men, who he strongly suspected had beencontacted by the first driver. Although they were prepared to take him. ” Her mind said, “No!” but what came out was, “Yes, I would like that a lot. I could use some food right now.” “Great! How about you meet me at the frat house and we can go to the cafeteria for breakfast then?” Joe asked her. “Okay, just give me a bit to shower and dress. I will be over soon,” she answered. “See you soon baby girl. Do not keep me waiting,” he said ending the call. When the line went dead she looked at her cell phone in her hand wondering if he just really gave her an.