With school done, Marcus quickly returned to one of his father's many shops, stashing his books away and taking charge of the operations for the rest of the day.
But somehow today, no matter how many sales he made or how busy the counter became, the boy was not able to concentrate an ouch on his work, unable to feel any happiness even from his pouch becoming full of gold coins.
For the only thing that swirled in his mind was his brother's promise to take him to the city's most expensive pleasure house that late afternoon.
And as he thought of the things scheduled to occur later that day, his tantalizing imaginations caused the boy to frequently become hard, making his organ rub against his loincloths.
So to relieve himself of the discomfort, Marcus found himself more than once having to adjust his pants, thus avoiding sporting an embarrassing tent.
