The few who were awake watched us pass with hungry eyes that made me uncomfortable, because I thought they knew who I was and what I’d done. But it ...as not me they were looking at, the subject of their attention was my redheaded companion in the clinging white dress with her hand around my shoulder. She ignored them, but the tenseness in her arm conveyed her fear loud and clear. These men had hard lives, and they didn’t look afraid of taking whatever they wanted, as long as they could.A shudder. " "Mary Anne or Miss Evans?" "Because George Eliot was a nom de plume. Her name was Mary Anne Evans." "I see. Shall we be doing mid-Victoriana dialogue then?" "Fuck no. I'm a hack, not an alchemist. We'll do it in good old twenty-first-century style." "Probably easier." "Definitely easier." "And the occasion of this conversational event?" "Our first meeting, I think. You've called upon the exceedingly famous George Eliot and I've granted you an audience. How's that?" "Fine. Shall I start?". It was really hot and Janine was sweating profusely, to the point that her brown nipples were clearly visible through her thin cotton top. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her tits and she caught me staring a few times. She must also have noticed the huge tent in my shorts as my 8 inch cock was aching for release. Beads of sweat were dripping down her neck dissapearing into the valley of her 36DD's. Suddenly we heard a horn and it was time to be rescued. The lorry that came to our rescue was. This was actually the most we had spoken in her few weeks at the company.Then I noticed that her nipples were poking through her black knit top. She was turned on!I mentally kicked myself. Fuck, not again! I hadn’t showered that morning. I still had Demie’s orgasmic juices on my cock, and Kestrel had smelled them when she got close. That scent turned women into wanton fuckbunnies, and this cute university student was no exception.I couldn’t let this happen again, not after what happened with.