”“Our people are dropping a lot of bombs there,” she bit her lip and glanced out the window.“Come,” he clapped his hands and she jumped, “...nough philosophizing or we will end this war and then what will our leaders do with their time? Write books on how they won the war?”Dorothy giggled and pulling off her glasses, wiped her eyes.“I dare say, it would make for interesting reading.”He grinned.“No doubt.” His nimble fingers danced over the keyboard not long after and Dorothy found herself. I had heard the arcade door open a few times while I was sucking the curved cock, so I poked around the booths, seeing who was where. I came across an older married man, probably around sixty, sitting on the bench. He was stroking his cock and watching a straight flick. He was in good shape for a man his age. I suspect that he was a farmer, like many of the men of his generation who frequent this Midwestern ABS during the day.I closed and locked the door and got to my knees. He sighed a bit and. You need to relax and stop overreacting.”She turns to me and says,” I’m sure this gentleman here will help us to get back to town.” and gives me a warm smile that melts my heart away. Priya looks at me and says,” hey you peasant! Didn’t you hear what madam said? Do you even know who madam is? She is Shweta Menon, a very famous rich aunty from the city and if you don’t help us right now trust me you’ll be in big trouble.”I finally clear my throat and decide to speak up,” good afternoon to both. You enjoy pain, and I can provide that for you in unlimited quantities. We need each other, Emily. Say yes.”“Yes,” she answered in a voice barely above a whisper.“You must choose a safe word. While I enjoyed using you roughly, it occurred to me that you need to be able to call it off if you can’t handle the pain,” he explained.“I can handle the pain,” she said defiantly.“Yes, you most certainly can, and did so delightfully,” he continued. “Still, it’s important that you have a safe word. I.