I answered truthfully and was blown away by his suggestion, that we should visit the gay bar after dinner. Hesitantly, I agreed to take him to the pub...He had a few drinks after we arrived and was fascinated by the place. Lance absorbed everything and everyone, and after some time excused himself to use the toilet. Having been gone for five minutes I went to look for him.When I entered the latrine, I heard sexual sounds emanating from the only stall in use. Bewildered, I returned to my seat at. Then it must be Victor. No, it wasn’t.At this one of the interrogators took out the series of photos found in the flat. Did Victor get off on seeing photos of naked children? No. Then why did he keep them in his bedroom – did he masturbate to them? No, he knew nothing of the photos. They laid out the photos in front of him. Did the photos excite him? No, they revolted him. Then why did he keep them? He hadn’t.They went back over the fact that no one had access to the flat, and therefore he must. The word is that well connected elites have worked with Concierge Healthcare providers who already serve them with high-end sports injury and other therapies to develop private sexual clinics that can cater to those appetites. It is true but you won't find anything on the indexed internet that will lead you to them. They are found by referral and on the un-indexed deep web. These clinics employ Doctors in Physical Therapy (DPT) graduates who are serving their internships in Concierge Healthcare. My cock was getting hard which she noticed and said “fuck you’re hard again, fuck me for last time today, fuck my ass, common you fucker aahh aaaa” she was lowering her salwar and I inserted her from behind and fucked her in doggy style for 20 min she was completely satisfied, we kissed like that for around 10 min and then I took my stuffs and was leaving she grabbed my hand and asked “will you fuck me again, pls I need you all day… ” I smiled and said in one condition, she asked what I said.