. but to take up with some Pinay slut-whore bargirl!Leonora checked her screen again, for what seemed the thousandth time, and stared at the picture t...at her friend had sent. There was Martin, sitting on a low couch, upholstered in red. A variety of drinks were scattered on the table, including several juice glasses. (That little detail just made her more angry ... that he would pay the equivalent of $10 American for a girl to sit with him for the length of time it took her to drink a tiny 6oz. Then we lay together on the mattress, catching our breath, when she asked, “What if someone came up here and found us..?” I smiled and said, “Who the fuck cares, we found each other here….” We french kissed for one more time before putting our clothes on. We exchanged numbers and she also hinted she was single.But wait, there’s more. We met again that day, after her interview and had a new adventure, which will be coming soon in part 2.What type of adventure followed this one, whether she got. I had never seen anything like it in the catalogs. It was shiny black and had circular sticking around the cups that came to a sharp point. It looked as slick as her panties were last night and my fingers itched to touch it.“Would you like to touch it?” Char asked. I nodded and said, “Yes Char.” It felt strange to call her that but I liked it. Char took my hand and passed my finger tips over the cups, “Not so rough is it?” she asked. “I told you I had some pretty ones you’d like. Don’t tell. I remember how my heart pounded as I pulled it out! On the cover was a picture of a young woman wearing a white blouse and a dark skirt. She was squatting with her legs spread wide and the camera was pointed up her skirt between her legs, showing the tops of her tan stockings, bare thigh above, and white panties above that. I stared at that cover for a long time before I dared to open it. I couldn’t believe what I saw! My father often went abroad on business trips and this magazine looked like.