She sipped slowly on a chilled dry martini and looked over the rim of the glass. The sweep of her vision proved to be disappointing, not one of the me... fitted her criteria, but she reasoned, the night was still young, there was still a chance perhaps.By the time her second martini was almost consumed, he walked in; a barrel-chested, huge black African, possible six feet two or three. His clothes and jewellery advertised access to funds and his easy entrance spoke of a confidence, self-awareness. “This will tell you where she is, it should take you right to her. It also has some pictures of her on it.”I thought about the trouble she could make for me. Honestly, though, it was the gun that tipped the scales, it was my family legacy, the one thing left from my grandfather.“I don’t trust you. You make a video saying that you have asked me to go pick up your daughter in Durham and bring her back to you, and that you will give me my grandfather’s gun back. Send it to the Sheriff. You give me. Leela asked me, “Are you free tonight?”What more is needed from the mouth of a beautiful lady? I said, “Yes.” She booked a suite in the same hotel. We just took a walk around the garden for a while, holding hands romantically. And I was describing her poetically, which she loved.Then we went to the room. We sipped a little wine and danced a bit for romantic songs. And slowly, there was silence. I kissed her softly, and she responded. We had a deep kiss for around 5 minutes. I romantically. We had laid in our normal spot, close to the rocks, so their was nobody to the left of us only large fallen rocks with some small patches of sand between them,and a cliff face. Then a middle aged couple came over, and sat on some rocks about 10 feet away from us. We did not know which country they were from, he looked he could be from Portugal, deep tan and black hair, but she had pale skin, slim with pert tits and thick hard nipples. I looked at them from the corner of my eye, as i was.