Marc." OK Marc, This is Momma Tee and I'll see you at 1:30. You have a goodevening."He was kind of on a high when he hung up the phone. Marc was as ...caredabout the next steps he was going to be taking, as he was excited. Heknew he was doing the right thing, even though it was a bit odd. But heknew he was doing what was needed to reach his goal. Just like his Dadsaid.It has been a long week though. And it was only Wednesday. Looking forinformation on the internet at least made Marc feel. I don't want him to stop. I love the force. He presses his forehead against mine and stares me in the eyes. "From now on, your my private whore." He pulls out his dick. It's so big and he was erected, I could tell. "I want you to kiss my dick, baby." Oh, Cole I can't." I say with feign innocence. "Why?" I just can't." It's okay we'll take baby steps."He takes my hands and puts it on his dick. It was so soft, yet it was so hard. I loved placing my hands on it. I rubbed my hands back and forth,. In the bazaar she had the habit of buying vegetable from small vendors, whose eyes were transfixed on her boobs which used to be visible from her dropping pallu (Side) off her shoulder. I think she was aware of the male gaze. But she was used to it and liked it. I started to accompany her when she went in the nearby bazaar for the shopping. Sometimes her pallu fell of her shoulders and she carries it in her one hand while she continues pick up the vegetables giving her admirers a great view of. As I walked on I supposed I was also part of this homogenous mass, private within my own collective, hurrying along as if some urgent matter needed to be attended to. The only urgency for me at 5:30 though, was the couch in my living room and the bottle of whiskey in my kitchen. As I descended into the depths of the underground, I looked around me as if for the first time at my surroundings. The people milling around me in their dull grey suits patiently waited in queues, waiting to be led.