"He turned away; his face reddening with embarrassment, and said:"Oh - it's John Smith." Very well, Mr. Smith," I replied; keeping a straight face. "W...uld youlike to ring us in about six weeks. I expect to have it ready by then." Is there any chance of having it sooner?" he asked, and I replied:"I'm sorry. We have a heavy work load at present; but I will certainlyring the factory and see if I can speed things up for you. Can Icontact you at all?" No; please don't do that," he said, hurriedly.. Doubles."The waiter took the order and headed towards the bar.We had gotten quite a buzz by the time our food arrived, and our conversation had gotten pretty risqué. We ate slowly, savoring the food. We decided against dessert, but Christine decided to have another drink before we went back to work."We are on duty you know." I said."Screw that!" she said, surprising me, "This is all overtime anyway. "That bitch Bonnie is lucky we didn't leave her here to do all the clean up herself!"One more. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and took his hands off my head. He looked down at me and said, “Okay, now I want you to really suck me.”I began to bob my head up and down on his dick. He was shoving it all the way down to my throat and back up again. I reached up and grabbed the outside of his legs for support as I started to go a little faster. He began to moan softly.“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. “It’s gonna feel so good to dump my load. I always cum a lot, but I want you to lick my balls. " Bill," I said thinking what kind of name was that for a French man? "What have you done?" He didn't reply to my question.The man just smiled again and opened a rickety bar type door and we both stepped through into the hot dusty outhouse. The planks on the walls had splinters which allowed shafts of light in and I stood there dumbfounded.In the shack facing away from me was a woman. She was brunette about 5'8 though that had to be a guess. She was naked apart from high stiletto heels, legs.