He has an older homeless looking man. His clothes were dirty and his face full of stubble. He roughly grabbed at her ripping her shirt. “Please no�...� she squeaked. Quicker than Melissa would've thought possible in the shadowed alley of the bar he pounced on her and tied her hands over her head with some ripped fabric of her shirt. She was tied to the dumpster with her body on the mattress. Her torn shirt was slightly exposing her bra. She was still dressed mostly in her skirt, stockings, thong. She was telling him how wet she was and wanted to feel his hard cock inside her.By now they had full attention of the small group of guys in the store that were trying hard not to look like they were watching. Karen had on one of her business suites which reveals lots of cleavage. By this time the black guy had moved his hand around to the front of her suit and was cupping one of her full breasts. From the side you could see him rubbing her nipple.I was standing back trying to pretend I was. “Just give me a second before you take your clothes off,” She hurried, “Are jeans OK for today?”“Yes, go on,” I smiled, “You can wait until it’s discreet to peak.”Andrea skidded on her bare feet a few paces away.“You’ve been peeking!” She blushed and Xiomara shook her head.“No, he’s been a good boy,” Xiomara promised, “He just noticed that not all of us have been good girls.”“I have,” Andrea whispered and ran over to Marin at the clothing locker. Renée and Connie were stripping down the girls’. When we got home from dinner, we ripped each others' clothes off, started making out, and having sex. I was feeling very kinky, so I brought out my secret stash of sex toys. I took out a spiked collar with a leash attached and a whip.He understood my message and demanded me to give his cock a blow job. I took out his cock and started to stroke it gently. He whipped me, hesitantly. I gave him a look saying that I wanted this. He understood and whipped me a second time, harder. I began to stroke.