.. She was keeping me from my belovedbasslines, and my brain took a minute to work out why. I was a guy... Isuppose so, but why was that important, I ...ust wanted to grind to themusic? I looked back at the queue.. All girls, now I came to look... Didit really matter that much? I pleaded, tried to explain myself, but shedidn't care, just assumed I was drunk, even offered to call me a taxi.All that mattered was how to get back in. The weeks without had beenhell, but now I could hear that delicious. "While we strolled I said, "Want me to carry that bag?" It's not heavy." But I'm supposed to carry it."She said, smiling and handing me the bag, "My god, you guys from the South..."I said, "I guess being so polite would identify me as a hick to every girl in town." Then you don't need those girls."As we strolled toward uptown she pointed out the blocks where Houdini lived and where Teddy Roosevelt grew up. We saw a character near Herald Square who was dressed like Jesus, haranguing a small. Succumbing to this black man, the man that took my place with my wife is where I wanted to be. My dick was unworthy of pussy. My sperm unworthy to impregnate women. My place is on my knees to the superior black man. I was born to be a cuckold.Thomas grabbed a handful of my hair and began to hump and fuck my mouth like a pussy. I gagged and slobbered as he plunged deep in my throat. "Take it all you fucking homo." he snarled."Fuck his face Thomas." Cin urged him on. "Show your new sissy how he. Dave instantly recognized the woman. It was the very same woman who had chewed him out at the mall’s south entrance earlier that day. Inside Dave cringed. He knew she wasn’t the kind to let an outburst like his slide.“Wait! There he is!” Kurt shouted. He grabbed Dave’s arm and pointed up towards the escalator.Near the top of the escalator’s Dave spied a familiar pair. The pink haired Lily and her gray haired dad. “I should have known.” Dave mumbled to himself.“Known what?” Kurt asked. He didn’t.