Besides the café attendant there were 5 other men, probably truckers, hanging around in attempt to wait out the storm. I kept to myself browsing the ...nternet with the free wireless access. It wasn’t long before I wandered into my porn folder and put on a few videos to help pass the time. I had been away from home for over a week, not getting any action while I was away, and desperately needed a release. Had I been anywhere else in the café other than squirreled away in the back my raging hard. The bearer comes in and places the dinner on the table. She enters the room as the bearer departs. “You took away all your clothes and the purse but forgot something vital: The used condom, and the box of condoms on the side table. And then the delay in opening the door. The bearer must have understood what is going on here.” She has the smile of the cat that has taken the cream. “It does not matter. After all, he is only a bearer.” I am not hungry. The stuff I had at the cheap hotel in the. . . uh . . .” “Your reactions and . . . everything were just too . . . stimulating.” I grinned at her again. “I feel a bit bad about that, it's like I had all the fun.” she pouted. “We'll have chances to correct that,” I told her. I folded her into my arms, and just held her. A few moments later her breathing steadied and slowed. She was asleep. We lay together like that for about twenty minutes before I realized my arm had fallen asleep. I carefully flexed my arm trying to restore. The store's sales sure were healthy, she thought.She didn't notice Joe Blow come up behind here and lay his hands on her shoulders. He began to squeeze firmly, his fingers sinking deep into her rubbery skin. "MMMMMMmmmmm, thanks, Joe." murmured Wendy, her head lolling back to meet his eyes."You looked a little tense. You need a little... y'know?"Wendy giggled, and reached for the string in her neck. Her face went blank, her mouth locked into her little cock-ready "o" and her eyes went wide..