And I was left here, at a dead end road, with no map to continue on. I wanted so desperately to be filled by something, a sense of purpose, a cock, ev...en the impossible. I settled for cheap alternatives, and retired to my room with my largest dildo, to fuck myself into harsh oblivion for the second night in a row.I masturbated for a long time, having small, yet ever-building orgasms. Eventually, my fantasies drifted again to the man from the restaurant. I imagined the dildo was his cock filling. Three of ‘em.”“That’s why I ain’t scared of kimchi,” he laughed. “I’m Cajun. I’ll eat anything.”Why was I reading a double entendre into his phrasing. And why was I concerned. Pleasantly concerned.Next day was my day as the ‘helper’ while he ran the test set on the ground. That activity put me climbing a ladder to move the test leads we needed. It put my butt at HIS eye level. If he was affected, he gave no indication.Friday came. We’d done a lot of the testing that could be done before we had. “Get up,” he orders in a growl as he steps away. I straighten myself up and he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees. “I want you to show me how badly you want me to fuck you. Convince me to fuck a little whore like you.” Without missing a beat I reach up and unzip his jeans, revealing his cock straining against his thin boxers. I expose his cock and moan in the back of my throat as I take in the form of his hard dick. I lick my lips and lean forward running my tongue across the. " Jo Ann unsteadily scooted out from the table and took his hand and they walked onto the dance floor."My name is John and yours is... ?" Oh... nice to meet you John, I'm Jo Ann... Jo Ann Hunter."He didn't offer his last name and for some reason that didn't seem to bother Jo Ann. He took her easily into his arms and they began to dance. He was a very good dancer, very nimble and very gentlemanly she noted, holding her cradled to his chest but not too tightly. They danced to the first number and.