She shifted awkwardly back into the drivers seat and out the car to face me, standing there pulling my sloppy dick infront of her. It was about 22:00 ...ow but the sun was still up as it was almost the hieght of summer. Julie looked around now to see if there was anybody around, probably realising she had spent the last 15 minutes with her face pressed into the seat and anybody could have been watching her getting fucked. To be honest I don't think she would have cared and I certainly hadn't. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself and describing her own experiences.Jennifer chuckled to herself over the silly notion. She would never have the guts to actually go through with something a wild as sex wrestling. She couldn’t even stand in front of her mirror in. " That's not when it started though things were already strange before that. Was it when I moved to Canada? No that's too far back or is it not far enough? Sure, things can feel weird when you first move to a new place but this was perhaps too weird. Too perfect. It never got uncomfortably cold or, if it did, the heater in my apartment came on all on it's own and the heater never got too hot. My apartment, more like my penthouse, who builds an apartment that big and then sells it that cheep?. We had been there long enough to take in most of the displays. In truth, anticipating our plan was a bigger turn on. Besides, the real show was the crowd. A collared male wearing only a leather vest and leather chaps was being led by a no-nonsense looking female with a riding crop. She seemed to be advertising for whoever wanted to be next to be punished. A husky male with piercing eyes approached her and began talking. As he spoke, never turning his attention from her, he fondled the slave's.