Strange, given the day, but not so given the weather and the early hour. Plus, bringing a woman here would be a warning sign any female would quickly ...ick up on. Anyplace would be better for a date. Greasy Spoons were for the hungry who didn't care about sanitation, or health.The place was clean, at least. No stained ceiling tiles, bare table tops wiped and shiny. A small hand written sign told him to find his own place. He picked a booth against the front window. If his car was buried in the. After some debate she picked out a flexible one that was about Gary ’s size (according to Debbie) and vibrated. She also picked out a slightly smaller personal vibrator in the traditional rabbit shape. Before they headed to the register, Debbie brought Dianne to the back of the store where a doorway led to the video area. They wandered the aisles reading and giggling at the titles. “I think there’s something here for every perversion,” Dianne remarked in an amazed voice. “Oh yeah,”. ” Carrie frowned and sighed. This morning was getting worse and worse. When she had awaked this morning she had been on top of the world. When she was eating her breakfast she had been called away to talk to the head producer and had been told to stay away from Grant, and now she was going to have to cook for him. There were many things in which Carrie excelled, but cooking was not one of them. She was an embarrassingly bad cook. The women were walked to an outdoor tent that was divided into. His dick is chained to his neck strap, and a titillating leather beating ensued. Thomas begs for more, even if his mind wanted to stop.Every slap gets more fiery, and the darkness just made every feeling felt. Max puts Thomas on his back getting him ready for some proper ass beating. Thomas resists, but to no avail. His body and soul has surrendered, and he knows it. Max pulls Thomas' hair with full force as he beats his ass with his leather whip, done so brazenly and yet so gently, that Thomas.