It takes amoment for my eyesight to adjust, and then I see that we're parked infront of a Rite Aid parking lot."There are some things that you need to...get for yourself," MistressAlison tells me sternly. "I've made you a list, and you're going to goinside, and be sure to get EVERYTHING that's on it."All at once the reality of the situation hit me, and I was terrified. Itwas the middle of the day, the sun was shining, and here I was about tomarch into a crowded drugstore dressed like a total. Looking at my cock, I saw some pre cum had pooled in my piss slit.“Look at my cock Charlotte; it’s hard like this because of you, because you’re my girlfriend. And because you’re my girlfriend you can touch it”And as I said that, my hand left her knee and took hold of the top of her left hand and guided it to my cock.“Just hold it like you’re holding a thin can of deodorant.” She had to lean forward from her hips, but took it gently in her hand.“Now gently and slowly just move your hand up and. He looked at me and said, “Well that all depends on whether you want it again lover.” I smiled at him and gave him a big kiss. My mind began to think about future possibilities.Over the next few months, Frank became good friends with us. He would join us a few times a month in our passionate romps and would spend the night at our house occasionally. Nick and Frank became good friends and could be found some afternoons hanging out around the house. Frank seemed like the perfect man to have an. The second day back Paul heard the George James was going to kick his ass. George wasn't really a bully. There was just something wrong with him. He liked to fight. He would fixate on someone and talk about them until they finally fought him. It didn't matter to George if they were larger than he was or even if he won. He seemed to enjoy fighting regardless of the outcome.George was big; over six feet tall and wide through the shoulders. He always had a smile on his face; apparently looking.