We decided to go Friday night for the 10 pm show when we got there was a long line of mostly couples so we packed and got inline, I noticed most of th... women were dressed hot and revealing like Ronnie as, she wore 4 " heels, blk thigh highs, blk shelf bra, off white wrap around dress that hit her mid thigh, make up and perfume. When we finally got in most of the seats together were filled, Ross of couples with wings men filling solo seats, I saw 3 seats about half way down next to wall. We. I stumbled in my heels on the way and twisted my ankle a little bit. Ouch. Normally I was pretty good at walking in heels.I went and picked up a blue pen and began to write some numbers on the board. 3, 6, 8, 1… I was just scribbling, wasting time while I waited for the experimenters to get back. I noticed I was slouching uncharacteristically as I wrote, so I thought about straightening my back. Kinda odd that I “thought” about it, instead of just doing it, but you know. I decided I was too. He stopped there and started the massage. He asked her to fold the leg, so that it will be easy for him. She obliged. Now her left leg was on his right thigh and his right knee was rooting for her pussy. He was looking at the sight of her kurta exposed bums. While folding the leg the kurta had climbed up and her perfect round buttocks were like two watermelons. His throat dried. Was it happening really? He pinched her leg to check. Ouch, Halu. Was the response.His right hand started to massage. ” Staci’s eyes widened and, as the memory of that day hit her, she burst out laughing. Staci barely spluttered out the words, “What a dumb shit!” and they both laughed hard and long. The pair hugged each other as they relived the memory. Their connection helping Staci to clear her head, and making it easier to compose herself for what she had to confess to her friend. They finished drinking their tea and then Rachel turned to her friend and simply said, “Well?” Staci regaled Rachel.