From where I stand, I have a direct view of another booth. This booth gets a lot of action. One thing I’ve learned is that, just about every one who...frequents these arcades is either a cocksucker, or cocksuckee. And the trademark of both of these types is that they invariably will stoop down low and look through the glory hole. And almost all of these guys look as straight as an arrow. I rarely see any ladyboys, like me. So, that being said, when I see a guy stooping low to check out the glory. Then I heard, “That’s so fucking hot, shhh,” but the sound seemed too far to be Heather.“Is someone else in here, Heather?”“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” and the strap slapped across my leg.“Mistress, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.”“It looks like you need something to keep that defiant mouth busy, now clean my cunt, slave.”Heather sat on my face as the Lady stopped sucking me, and staddled my cock. I feel my cock enter a pussy as my tongue busied itself with Heather's pussy. The pussy seemed. "Come on in, lad. What are you about these days?" Hey, Frank." I took a seat. "You know I haven't been a model citizen my whole life." Ah, you're talking about before I met you." Right. I've been pretty much perfect since then." I paused for effect. "I have this feeling I'm being watched or maybe followed. I left behind enough of a past that there are people who would like to do bad things to me. Have you noticed anybody new hanging around?" No. I can't say as I have." Well, I'll try to let you. Here we are not just your slaves, but slaves in the eyes of society and the law. It's hard to accept that our lives literally depend on you. If you die, we are worth less than your clothes and no one would lift a finger to help us." Actually, that is not true," the AI interrupted. "At the time of the pickup, your sponsor asked Sergeant Lancing to take care of you if something happened to him, and the Sergeant agreed. By the terms of that contract, you would immediately be transferred to his.