Frank goes for coffee

"I've fuck punished a stealing slut..." he chuckles. "Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here."

Whimpering, the thieving blonde dressed and left. Frank felt the need to get out of the house and with that thought he showered and dressed. He got into his vehicle and drove to a nearby shopping district, where he had already discovered a good coffee shop and bakery, and a few other shops of interest.

He ordered a latte and a pastry, and sat outside, enjoying the day and clearing his mind.

He thought about his bitches. all of them ensnared by the ****, all of them hungry for cock. He wondered idly whether he could nail every woman on the street, and whether he'd have the energy to keep up with them if he did. It was starting to seem that the effect of the **** was longer lasting than he thought, perhaps even permanent, and if so, he suspected Viagra wasn't going to be enough.

It was at this moment that his thoughts were interrupted.

"Mr. Castillo! Oh My Goodness! May I Join You?"