You can take your time and find out for yourself where everything goes, then when you have done, bring me through a cup of tea here please. Weak and m...ilky with one sugar." Yes Mrs Jackson." I nodded.When I brought her the tea, she was watching TV but she switched it off and gestured to me to put it down beside her armchair. Sipping it, she studied me again as she had on my arrival."Young men that stay here have to obey my rules," she explained, "I only take one young male at a time and I am. A game is one thing, but I’m not okay being degraded with my feelings ignored. What would Master Kessler say? She’d ask me to find a story. Or would she remind me that if there’s something I’m uncomfortable with I should fix it or get out.I wonder if finding a story will help me fix things. My problem is that I’ve become worried Bandit Robin may be treating Ariel as someone he can force to beg—someone he can humiliate into silence and fear. If it is a game within a game; if he’s hiring Ariel. Firstly she had found some almost new gyros that didn't topple the first time you did a gentle turn. Then she found some self setting breakers just in case we needed them in the future. Loosing ones gravity, life support and shielding at the wrong moment could be a little tricky."The new breakers didn't quite fit so I had to drill out new mountings," she said. "Anyway they should re-connect after 300m/s." And the gyros?" I asked."Straight swap," she said, "these shouldn't topple unless we do. Babe, why don’t you lick the juice from your fingers?”, I asked her.“Huh, don’t want to”, she shook her head.But she licked her finger after continuous encouragement.“How is it?”, I asked.“It smells a little”, she wrinkled her nose and replied.“Come to my room, I am going to suck your pussy dry,” I proposed.“I will try on coming Sunday”, she accepted my invitation.She came on the next Sunday by taking an Uber. She was wearing a red shirt and black pant. When I saw her, I wanted to hug and kiss.