Ohhh tushar…ohhh….you beast … yes… yess… yes… fuck .. ohhhh..fuck.. Fuck me my bull..yesss.yes ….. you fucker..my bull … yeaahhh..afte... 15 mins of intense session she yelled loud . ohhhhh ..ohhh.I am cumming .. cumming .. cumming ….. I cameee ….. ohhh..yes..yes…ohh.. Tushar.. Yes..fuck.. Ohhhh… she was circling her movements and collapsed on my chest… I was happy that I made her cum hard…now it was my turn to get freaked out with our acrobats…sooner I made her my bitch ..I made her kneeled like. But I don't want anything else to change. I want her to bethe same person, just as intelligent, just as much fun, only a woman. " "Changing a complete history will cost you extra, but I can see why you'dwant it in this case. Have you decided how much of a woman you want her tobe? Someone built like Victoria Paris perhaps?" "How'd you know?" "I told you, I'm a licensed professional. It's my job. Just wait a minutewhile I go in the back and mix up your potion." A few minutes later the old. " I asked extremely nervously."Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." Oh," I exclaimed in relief."Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told me."What are the requirements?" I asked."They are different each week, and often for each person," she told me. "One thing in common, however, is no panties and a short skirt." Well, I can't wear panties at night anyway," I informed her. Her concern for Michael and Jan's happiness simply erased any such possibility.On the other hand, Sheila and Jan had secretly conspired to find an appropriate gift for Michael. They knew they wanted it to be something to support his hobby of jewelry making and after a few searches on the internet and a talk with a craft store owner, they settled on a polisher/grinder, a device for rounding and providing a high sheen to rocks and minerals by tumbling them with an abrasive grit, something Michael.