He read the message on the screen. “Hey are you okay? You took a nasty hit.” The person had typed.Another well-wisher in no mood Adam closed the c...nversation. Whoever Pup22 was though they were persistent another notification appeared, this time he painfully typed out “What do you think my arms broken.” A little harsher then he had meant to be but it had served its purpose. No reply this time he closed the link again.Several minutes passed before he was interrupted again. Adam could feel his. “Let's go over there.”I followed Dorita over to the other spot with my dick out. No one could see me from the waist down anyway. We moved to the opposite turn of the bar from the other patrons. Not on a path to the bathroom, and there was a big coffee machine blocking anyone’s view of us. The Portuguese love their coffee. I had my back to the only path past us as I put my drink on the bar, Dorita with her back to the coffee machine. I craned my neck around, realizing what a secluded area within. I suspect Rosemarie had never seen such a large and tall bed. I asked her if she would like a few minutes just to look around and she was pleased to say yes. I showed her the private bathroom, and where she could find clean towels.She looked into the walk in closet. She laughed, it was bigger than her cubicle. She looked into the drawers of the dresser. All this for one person seemed a bit over the top for her. And then she asked a question that simply had her stumped.You have many women, but. Sandra had taken her mother into her confidence, and tonight her mother had lent her some of her very best clothes, and had spent nearly two hours helping her with her make up and her hair, and Sandra knew that when she looked in the mirror before she left home, she looked really good, and she looked at least eighteen or nineteen years of age, instead of her proper age of fifteen. She had certainly fooled the barman and had no difficulty ordering drinks.Her target from the time she had first.