One of the carpenters, who’s a total DILF, pukes all over my cart. Some of them make it outside, others don’t. As I look around I see a bunch of others who are nauseated, and many of them start throwing up as well. All I can do is stand there watching and growing hornier by the second, especially when I realize he’s not the only one who’s sick. He runs over to a garbage can and starts puking in it. Oh my god, is he going to puke? I think excitedly. He’s pale, sweaty, and visibly nauseous, which immediately piques my attention. I’m busy doing my own work when I notice the attractive plumber working nearby doesn’t look so good. Men tend to like spicy things, so a bunch of the guys would wolf down a ton of it, unaware of the havoc it’s about to wreck on their digestive systems.įor the next hour things seem fine. But what if the food was tainted? Maybe there’s chili that’s a little too spicy for me so I only eat one or two bites. Usually it’s standard fare burgers and fries. One of my biggest fantasies is witnessing a bunch of people at work all getting sick with bad food poisoning at the same time and needing me to take care of them.Įvery once in a while, there will be a catered lunch for everyone on the job site.
