He eyed her as if checking her out…but it couldn’t be possible. This man had wanted her dead the entire month they’d been conversing online, an... had been trying to kill her and her friend all night. Why was he suddenly looking at her as if he might ravish her? “Fuck this,” she muttered, turning as though she were going to leave. “Aw hell no bitch,” said the gun-man, grabbing her from behind by her hips, pulling her against him and pushing her against the wall. His breath was in her ear and. "How are you feeling? Oh, you're cold! What was I thinking?" He said. "Let me fetch you something to wear."He went into his wardrobe and chose one of his old poet shirts, it would make a good nightie for her as it was soft. "Here, we'll put this on," he said and he gently helped her with it over her arms careful not to look at her breasts as she slipped it on."Thank you." She said.But then she became quite agitated and started crying."Where am I?"She felt panicky now and just wanted to jump off. You own the estate. You can wear whatever you want,and you can scrub, mop, and vacuum to your heart's content. You don'tneed a contract, and you don't need Ms. Rockwell's, or anyone else's,permission to be a maid in your own home."Candice looked dejected. After a few seconds, she opened her mouth tosay something, but she was cut off."Don't!" repeated Mr. Adams. "There's nothing you can say to get me toagree that this is in your best interest." Do you think Ms. Rockwell is trying to scam me?". Please?"Certainly, all of this conversation could be heard outside of our booths above all of the moaning and screaming from the different videos that could be heard throughout the hall. I had never spoken so clearly in any video arcade because most people want some discretion and privacy. All I was aware of was this perfectly formed cut cock coming through this hole to my greedy waiting mouth.This stranger was still teasing me with only the head of his dick sticking through the gloryhole. Was.