I descended and looked up Sam's number. No need to check, the number in my story was etched on my mind, it was different. Weird but now my mind's raci...g. Nothing as simple as just being rumbled and if whoever left my number read my stories ...... could this work to my advantage ? Next day at work while I was on my own i got out my mobile, By now the mystery is causing me to start growing. Fingers trembling I punch in the number. It rings and after a couple of moments Sam's voice answered. Can I come and watch?”“Of course. I will leave the door open.”“Wow, that really is something. Mirreille does have her mouth full. He is huge, must be nine inches, and Mirreille is very impressive,” Jan whispered in awe as she quietly came through the door and saw Jon sitting in a chair with Mirreille kneeling in front of him. Jon then became aware of an extra person watching Mirreille sucking his cock.As did Mirreille, without missing a beat. I could sense her determination to show now three. We’ll pick up our discussion next time.” The kids around my bustled, glad to hear that class was over. I, on the other hand, took my time packing my notebook and leather-bound journal into my shoulder-sling bag. I stood, sighing as my intuition battled my heart, throwing my bag on over my shoulders and carefully taking the stairs down to the taller, older man who was already beginning to prepare the tools he would need to fix everything up. “Maintenance?” I asked, leaning against the wall. I got in the truck and left. It was nearly six by the time I got home. The crate was gone. There wasa receipt stuck in the door. Vicki had been shipped to do the bidding of hercurrent owner… to 'close' the deal. Travel A wave of nervousness nearing panic swept thru Vicki as she heard the screwsbeing applied to the sides of the crate. She wiggled, slight movement nothingmore. She opened her eyes. The hood about her head kept her in total blackness.Vicki sat still. The crate was not at all.