Patel's house with my friends. i sneaked through the back door and saw mrs. patel making food. her body was better thanmy fantasies. her dark skin. h...r puffy tits.i then signaled to myfriends and we ran in and i put a ball starp over her mouth. then my freinds teid her to the fucking machine. we took off her shirt and bra andwe stripped her of her panties. then we turned the fucking machine full level. it started really hard. mrs patel screamed into her ball strap ans the fucking mackine. She took pictures of everything, transferred them to her tablet, and used the graphics package to enhance and otherwise highlight the problem areas. By the time she was about halfway through the process, the theater had opened and she was working around a stream of early moviegoers. She retreated to the office to finish the graphics and notes, then went looking for the manager.She waited as he explained some procedure to a ticket seller, involving drink boxes and the kiddy matinee. When he was. He felt exhausted, he had just spent an hour with Greta being taught howto conduct himself as a member of the opposite sex, she had him walk upand down for thirty minutes constantly drilling into him the need tosway his hips. Women did this naturally as a result of their physicalconstruction however this was a whole new experience for him and he hadto concentrate hard as he shifted his weight from one leg to the otherin order to manufacture this unusual gait. Sitting in a similar fashionas a. "Lets at least have dinner together" she said. We sneaked away to my house and fed each other cream, strawberries and other fresh fruit as we talked massaged, and kissed passionately . I massaged her feet, sucked her toes, as I worshipped her, we decided getting Bob out of the house so we could fuck all over it became our priority. So we hatched a plan to do so, the next day she made plans with him to go away for the weekend at a nearby vacation spot. One the weekend came, she phoned him and.