I had unlimited access to everything and no one paid me the slightest bit of attention. Seeing nude whipped slaves at work was apparently a very ho-hu... part of daily existence around this place. The main security office provided a gold mine of information and no one seemed to either notice or care that it was taking me a really long time to sweep the floor. I guess it helped that I was still bleeding onto it.Their security chief was a loud obnoxious pipsqueak of a man whose nasal whiney. Like most of the booths in this place, ours had a gloryhole in one wall. I had come here occasionally in the past for some relief; I had gotten quite a few enthusiastic blowjobs, and even given a few, even though I was not really interested in men - it just seemed like the decent thing to do, and it turned out to be kind of fun if I was horny enough. Anyway, I put some tokens in the video machine, and asked her if she knew what a gloryhole was. She said that she had seen them but that was it. I. Jim moved the chair and I sat down on the bed with my legs crossed revealing my shapely legs. Jim said “Carol if I didn’t know better, I think you want me to hop in that bed with you”. I said yes, but only after your take your shorts and shirt off. And while you’re at it, your underpants also. Well Jim was naked in a second as I pulled off my tube top and unzipped my shorts. My panties soon followed. We both fell back on the bed and joined in a passionate embrace as we began kissing. I was so. I glanced out of the exit from the corridor for a second or two and gazed at the people out there who were skulking behind planters and tables and half walls in wait for us to come out of hiding again so they could kill us. I sighed at the thought of what I would have to do next, even though I knew that these people were the bastards that had been running Game World for decades, long before I had come to it. I knew they deserved to die but my thoughts kept going back to Kola and Goiania and.