After supper, we looked for a bar or saloon where we might get some questions answered. We encountered an occasional female as we walked down the stre...et, and we were shocked every time. In every case, the woman was accompanied by a man who was holding what looked to us like a leash. The woman's end of the leash was fastened to a ring passing through her pussy lips. Usually, the woman was nude, except for the flip-flops, but a few were dressed in a transparent shirt which never extended beyond. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. Must be Trina's diary she thought. Curiosity overtook her mind and she knew it wouldn't go away until she read at least some of what was in there. She began searching Trina's room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was. Also since his building is the tallest in his neighbourhood no one can figure out what is happening there.. I was surprised and absolutely unsure. I am not afraid of making out in an empty theatre but terrace of an unknown building is scary. I however agreed to him and asked him to meet me around 6 at a nearby landmark.We did a video chat and pleased each other.It was the performance day and I reached the place on time. I saw him coming in a car. The car smelled of cigarettes. I lit one and. Sandra perked up and sat back up. She pouted down at me, “Too bad. I was going to make it up to you.” She moved as if to climb off my cock, “But if you have already forgiven me . . .” She smiled impishly down at me. I laughed and grabbed her hips. I pulled my legs up and started driving up into her. “Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean you don’t owe me an orgasm.” Sandra laughed and started riding me. Our hands roamed over the other person, but without the.