"You, on the other hand, have been surprisingly obedient...I think you deserve a reward."She deftly unlocks the Slave's handcuffs, the younger woman r...bbing her raw wrists relievedly. The Mistress then whispers a few words in the Slave's ear and picks up a long strip of cloth from amongst the scattered supplies. "This isn't for your enjoyment, Master. You understand," she says as she pulls the pillows out from under him, sliding them instead under his torso, making his head loll back helplessly. How much neglect could this aging station handle?His thoughts were thankfully disrupted by the beep of confirmation from his computer. The confirmation returned with an automated response, reminding him to prioritize his repair schedule and make assignments. A second beep sounded from his office mailbox, telling him he had a message waiting that was labeled "priority" and requiring confirmation of receipt.His supervisor wanted to schedule a meeting with him immediately. Looking at the time. She sat across from him where he could eye her big globes in the low cut dress. They talked for quite a while and he bought her two more glasses of wine. She was a little tipsy and he invited her to his room. On the elevator he grabbed her and kissed her and she swapped tongues with him and he then put his hand down the low cut front and grabbed a tit and rubbed it. She did not stop him so he raised her dress and soon had her thong off and in his pocket. He kissed her mouth and played with her. It was hard to tell with the amount of available light, but he was definitely African-American and well built. I had no way at this distance to note whether or not he was handsome.When he got up close, his intentions were obvious. He was about 10-15 feet away when he took his hand from his pocket and flashed a knife at me. "Hey, Bitch, let's step over into that alley and get better acquainted."I ignored him and kept on walking, just waiting for him to make an offensive move. "Bitch, I'm talking.