He saw the man with the red leather case come to the table.

The other was in a leather case at her side.

I put the leather case in the middle of the table.

Or it could have been from the working of leather.

Four hours later he still hadn't found the green leather case.

"Are you going to do anything with the white leather?"

He was into the leather industry for more than 25 years.

I don't even know how much leather was left in it.

Even the fact that they're both done up in black leather doesn't help.

"Did he come up to your house with the leather?"

Just a few years ago his wife said, "Why don't you take your history and put it on the leather instead?"

"The leather community is family and home to me," he said.

"Pretty much everyone who wants to be in leather is there already."

He found a place to kill from and set down the leather case.

A moment later, she returned with an old leather book in her hand.

"I thought you had learned to stay away from leather."

The leather part of the business was then sold off.

He opened a small leather book in front of him.

The leather case under his arm, he turned toward the door.

With hard leather, the bag would be made right side out.

He set his red leather case down and opened it.

This man in leather was getting off on my mouth!

A leather industry museum is now open in the town.

In the men's one all the shoes are made of leather.

With the other hand I held up my leather bag of money.