To be safe, I was to drive up, change clothes there, meet with my friends and then change again for the drive home. A good plan … a safe plan … bu... not one I particularly liked (so I changed it a bit!) Kim was a mutual friend who lived in town. Although she had been married and had two daughters, she professed to be a lesbian. Even though she and her lover had just broken up, my wife felt safe with Kim and I talking about my dressing up and just girly things in general and it was Kim whom I. I ring the bell and she opened the door. There she was in front of me. 36 years Sindhi women, just imagine guys. She looked, even more, hotter in actual. She was wearing a red saree and sleeveless deep cut blouse of matching the color. Her boobs were so tempting that I was feeling to grab them before entering the room.But I controlled myself. The saree was tucked below her navel which added the sexiness in her structure. I was enjoying her mesmerizing beauty. She invited me in and gave me some. “Oh, that was so good,” she said for the second time since getting in the car. “I can’t believe I’ve never even heard of that place.”The little country restaurant where he’d taken her didn’t advertise except by word of mouth, and didn’t have any sort of regular hours. It didn’t even have a proper name. Everyone who knew about it just called it Geraldine’s, after the woman who had first opened it.Dan glanced over and smiled. “It’s a well kept secret. If all you city-folk knew about it, it would. The two black men had her restrained as she struggled and fought to break away.Then George was right in front of her touching her right breast. "This should teach you to be a little more obedient." The other black men stuffed a towel to her mouth. "This will only hurt a bit,.....I think." And he laughed. He pulled on her tit pinching her soft nipple until it became rock hard protruding from her small breast. Then while pulling her nipple taut away from her, he placed the sharp needle on her.