He’s very happy with the outcome.AfternoonWe go to Jock’s shop to see how things are going. Sarai asks Jock to prepare a dark blue collar with the...name ‘Lord Rama’ for me. He smiles and promised to do it today. When he asks why that name Sarai summarises the discussion with Shamra and explains who all the gods are. Jock and company agree Rama suits me. I don’t fight it, I’m smart enough to know this is one fight I can’t win.We hang around Jock’s shop and chat for a while. We help him use up the. Usually you just go around a corner to face the video screen and sometimes there’s a mirror in the corner so the management can walk past and see if more than one person is in the booth. I really don’t like this configuration because having the wall there and not being able to see who was actually sucking my cock allowed me to imagine it was the girl in the movie. I also don’t like having people lurking in the hall see that there was another guy in the booth with me. That and having to worry. “Come up for a drink.”I opened the door to my apartment went to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine, took a swig of it, refilled it, and grabbed him a beer.I nervously finished my wine and poured another. Although you wouldn’t know it from my antics so far in West Palm, I was nervous around people I didn’t know well and alcohol was my crutch. Duke slid over next to me on the sofa and took the glass from me as finished my first gulp.“We don’t need any more of that,” he said and placed. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt. “Sure, dad. What do you need?” I wonder through my teeth. Maybe it’ll be small so I can finish. “Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up.” He replies, placing his hand on my knee. “Sure, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right down,” I smile. I sit silently, staring at him and waiting for him to leave. “Well, are you.