"Cmon," she said and gestured with a wave, "come in for a second while I get you a few dollars okay."I hesitated for a second then decided to follow h...er in, feeling secure with such a sweet and beautiful lady. As I reached the garage door, she held it open for me, and I first realized just how much taller she was than me. She was a good 5'10" I guessed, and I thought to myself that I'd never have a chance with a woman like her, even when I was older. I was caught in a wierd place where I. “But I make you come anyway. You see.” Her hands were now performing an intricate dance across my genitals. First they were sliding along my shaft, then they were pinching my foreskin. Here a delicate caress of my balls, there a tight squeeze. I would expect a swirling digit on my dickhead, and get a fingertip in my asshole. Anticipating a sharp nail in my urethra, I would get instead a deep massage of my prostate. Oh, Jesus God! This woman was an artist! I forgot the audience of. He then turned the machine on, the piston pumped into her pussy, picking up speed until it was fucking her at a surprisingly fast pace. He shoved a ball gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her head to muffle her moans and whimpers as the piston hammered itself into her. He then rolled another machine in front of her. He picked up two long tubes, connected to the second machine by a hose. He turned on the machine and lubed her breasts and nipples before putting a tube on each breast. The. Jacques said something to Tad that Sarah couldn’t quite make out. The next thing she knew, Tad had moved in behind her, and as the camera snapped away, he began to unzip her dress and slowly slip it down her body. Tad gently pulled the dress all the way down, his strong hands stroking along her sides and against her thighs as the dress dropped to the floor. Sarah kicked the dress to the side, at Jacques’ instruction and as Tad stood still, she felt herself begin to lean into him. The two.