Thousands of people streaming down the wide sidewalks: colors of skin, hair and clothes, old and young, smiling and laughing, scowling and dying. Book..., antique clothes, magazine stores, locals sitting on stoops, students trying to look cool on their first days at NYU. Smells of ginger/garlic/soy/sesame, pizza, souvlaki, onions and killerdogs.People waiting for buses, people peering into store windows and talking, people leaning against buildings reading books, people leaning against buildings. . .It's around 7:20 now and I want to get to work on my slut.I reach for her other breast and nipple and she obediently lets me do as I wish - she willingly accepts the pain of my hands and enjoys it.It's time for her to suck on my cock and I have her kneel before me and take me into her mouth, she is staring at the bulge in my pants and reaches out to rub it through my jeans. The look in her eyes is one of pure desire - she is starving to have my cock in her mouth - her lips are red and wet. I. Welcome he said as he passed me the joint, have a seat. I couldnt help but notice his shorts seemed to be clinging to his big cock. I guess i was so high I didnt realized i was stairing until Cindi said, hey youve looked at his cock long enough take a look at this instead…with that Cindi stood up and took her robe off…like I said Cindi is stunning and when i saw her naked body I got rock hard. I want you to eat my pussy she said to me, ‘get on your back, im going to sit on your face! with out. “Good day?” he asks.“Yes,” I shrug.“Getting off soon?”I glance at the time in the bottom right corner of my screen. 1:03 pm. “One more hour,” I reply.I work Friday through Tuesday almost always with the mostly steady schedule of 7 am to 2 pm. I’ve been a cashier at Food Marketeer for over 2 years and worked here since I was 17, first as a bagger and cart attendant. I’m 22 now.“Hope it goes quick,” he says.I nod. It usually does.He hands me a twenty and I process his change.“I love what you did.