It was 1980 and 81 and the tension between the North and South was thick enough to cut with a knife. I was 19 and scared to death of what I’d be exp...sed to when I arrived.It was a different time and place from Washington State where I grew up. Korea was still like it was stuck in the 1950’s with a blend of 60’s night life kicked in. I worked with bombs in the munitions squadron. Work was so different from today, you could have two beers with lunch, and BBQ’s with beer served on Friday. She assumed I was a Madrasi as I was from Chennai, probably my skin tone too, but she didn’t know my name or anything. Then, she also assumed I won’t understand Hindi. So she spoke to the driver in Hindi.Driver: Ye sahaeb kon hai(Who is this? ref to me)She: Aj ka shikar (Today’s prey)I was like WTF! Also, I was like yes finally!Driver: Kahan Jana hai( Where do we go next?)She then pulled the curtain between the driver and back seat. I knew what was next. I geared up some action but just played. I give you permission to talk freely with her, and I have told her the same." Yes Sir." Tell me what you are." I'm your cunt, and you are my daddy and Master. The pussy that you own is dripping, Sir." Then cum for me right there, right now, cunt!"She must have just stuck her hands in her pants, as it was only seconds before I heard the sounds that are unique to her, when she is cumming.She said through very heavy breathing, "Oh My God, Sir! Thank you so much. I needed that even more than I. Mr. Wheeler came out of the closet, where he had been storing their coats, and greeted Sarah politely. After a few more lines of small talk, Mr. Wheeler offered to drive Sarah home. “Oh it’s fine,” she said zipping up her hoodie, “I can just ride my bike.” “Nonsense,” Mr. Wheeler proclaimed, “it’s a downpour out there. I will not take no for an answer.” Sarah looked down at her sneakers and blushed, she had a powerful crush on Mr. Wheeler and had been attracted to the tall, handsome, smart,.