Grace and I go down to the shops, and pass the shopping list over to one of the staff at the supermarket. On to the butcher, the fruit and vegetables ...hop, and last is the store for the party supplies: things like banners, party hats, and other non-food items. Then to the Cheesecake Shop next door. Grace hands over the order form, and I follow the lady out the back to carry two cartons of boxed goodies to the minibus. Back to the party shop for a box of party supplies, and back along the line.. “A small tattoo,” I replied giving Marta a firm stare in an attempt to get the point across. “I will allow Maia to adorn my right shoulder with a bear’s head like everyone else has. That is it, at least for now. You can start on it, tomorrow.”“There is a price,” Maia stated in a throaty voice, speaking up quickly before Marta could say anything to seal the deal. “I want a child. I want the leader’s child.”“Will you lay only with me until it happens?” I asked the woman bluntly, silently. Since she was wearing a satin top, her nipples were poking out and could be noticed. The cowl neck made sure that her cleavage was visible.We went out for lunch and ordered a lot of food. We couldn’t eat all of it and didn’t throw it. We got it packed and were carrying it home. We didn’t have anything planned for the evening, so we walked on the streets.In one of the backstreets, we saw a homeless guy looking for food. Since we had a lot of leftovers, we thought of giving him that food. My. Damn it he thought, he grabbed his cock and slid it into her waiting drenched love hole. God she was so wet and tight. He savoured the feeling on his cock for a moment, he closed his eyes and threw back his head. An overwhelming feeling of carnal lust came over him. He started pounding into her tight hot wet flesh without little regard. Right now, she wasn’t a woman, a human being, she was piece of thrash that deserved to be used in every way and he would see to it when he got home. The fucking.