The next thing I knew, I was exactly below the departures gate: I was in the arrivals section.He finally slowed down and turned around and I got a goo... look at him. He was incredibly cute, had thicker arms than I imagined, and a nice manicured beard. “I am so ready to get fucked right now”, he said, “There’s no person going to be walking through this side of the airport for a long time, this section is closed.”Before I realized why he was telling me that, he grabbed me by my ass, pulled me. The rougher they are, the more I love it! They tear at my clothes, grab me, scratch me, bruise me, swear at me, like a dirty piece of trash. I like to spur them on by talking dirty to them. Sometimes they even spit in my face or into my mouth - and I love it!The only problem is that my pussy and ass are so hot and tight that they never last long and I'm soon feeling myself being filled by their nasty, primitive, blue-collar cum.Afterwards I always squat down in front of them and suck the last. "Uh, fine." The man was now completely naked. The towel lay on the floor.He and Ken locked eyes for a split second."Oh! I'm sorry." Ken hid his eyes and turned his head away. "Um, my name is Kathy," he said from behind his hands, "I'm the new au pair ... ah ... the nanny." You can look now." Ken uncovered his eyes. The other man had fetched the towel and was now (somewhat) covered again. He walked up to Ken and held out his hand. "My name is Brian. Pleased to meet you."Ken received a wet and. "For over twenty years we have been able to maintain a spotless record because of our heavy security measures. Most guards work in only one ring, entering and leaving only once each day through airlock chambers such as this. Depending on the security level, they authenticate themselves with a combination of badge scans, code challenges, and biometrics. Entry requirements are a little less stringent, but all exiting personnel must authenticate and pass through the airlocks individually."She.