I think she was going through all the cocks to determine which ones she would like to play with later. She reached over and fondled an older guy i... the next seat. Soon, I could see by the speed of her strokes that she was getting him close. She still wasn’t watching the perverts but was watching the screen and kissing me. I noticed a young white guy with a big cock was standing right in front of her. I told her to look straight ahead. As she did she opened her mouth in ah. Our. I made my way around the bazaar and found myself behind the giant stage. I am not sure why I walked there; I guess I was just curious to see what went on behind the scenes. People were stuck in individual cages about sixteen feet square, many of them had been there a long time, because they stood in their own excrement, or maybe it was the excrement of others. I could hardly believe the number, too many to count sitting in these cages. Further on, there were others who sat in an area with. He had trouble getting up since his trousers were undone and fell to his ankles. I told him if I ever saw his sorry ass again, I’d kill him. Those were my exact words. We lived in a rented apartment. I told Monique that I was going to my parents’ to stay. She wanted to talk but I told her there was nothing to talk about. She chose to be with another man and it didn’t look like she was being forced. I told her to take whatever the hell she wanted. The next time I came home, her sorry ass better. He looked up, match halfway to the cigarette between his lips. His chair was positioned by the door. Odd place for a seat, but it was his favourite. I guess so the smoke smell wasn’t in the house too much. “What the fuck do you want, kid?!” he said, barely looking up. That was always the way he addressed me. Almost like I was bothering him, but nevertheless welcome like family. I closed the half a metre of distance between me and him. I was feeling bold that day. I licked my thumb and index.