Sam answered and my mug had coffee at almost the same moment. Multitasker that I am, I put my phone on speaker, stuffed it in my breast pocket, starte... the larger drip pot brewing, and began talking. “Wake up, Sam, the feces is hitting the Westinghouse. Get yourself quarantined and away from any travelers. Looks like COVID-19 has mutated into something nastier. Our pilot is already dead, and my whole flight is quarantined and likely to be sequestered for a while.”I took a sip, topped off my mug. He was very polite and then I felt him put his arm above me on the bench. He turned slightly and looked me in the eye and said, "Would you like to become intimate with me?"I know I was quite surprised, but he was a nice-looking guy, and I had felt the sexual energy as soon as we sat down. We were on a public bench, which was quite shaded and off of the road.His arm dropped and he proceeded to slip his hands under my shirt; touching my breasts ever so slightly, I shivered in anticipation. I was. So, I decided to join her private show. I didn’t hesitate to slap down my debit card and purchase credits to spend a few minutes with her. The transaction was quick and easy, and soon the show would begin.The cam show started, and I could finally put a face to that gorgeous body, and damn did she blow my mind.Angela: Hey there, handsome. Ready when you are! (she winked as she said this and let out a little giggle.)Me: You know the girl I used to call would refer to me as ‘Daddy’. Do you mind. She was skinny, and she loved looking at her self sideways in the mirror, her tits and ass looked like two speed bumps on a flat road. She ran her hands over her tight ass and moaned again softly. She loved to be spanked, she loved bondage and slave role play. That was how she’d met her boyfriend, Mark. Her pussy throbbed as she thought of what they’d be doing tonight. Mark had just brought a riding crop and tonight she was a horse. She ran her hands over her body one more time before opening.