NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC WAS NEVER LIKE THIS!African beauty queenWith topknot,Braids,And breastsAkimbo,Stretched and swingingFar leftUpon her chocolate che...t,Behind her:An azure skyWithout a hut or frond in sight:National Geographic was never like this!BALLOONINGBreasts pressedAnd flattenedAgainst a glass tabletopLoom largeAbove the carpet,Nipples become pink-brown ovals.I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons. What will I need?"Steve said, "Not all that much, actually. I have some kit. You'll need a backpack; make sure to get one with a frame like mine that's comfortable," as he went to a closet and got his pack out to show me. He went on, "Also, a sleeping bag; it should be warm but compact and lightweight, because you'll be carrying it around on your back all day long! You'll definitely need a good waterproof poncho, and plenty of socks. You should be all set!"I said, "I'm looking forward to this,. I was a studying in Engineering college at that time Used to stay in hostel. During summer vacation I came home. On first day I noticed a lovely looking girl doing the chores in our house. She was about my age. My mother told she is Vijaya, niece of our regular servant. Our regular maid is not well so she is coming as replacement. Vijji was her nickname.Vijji was a thin girl but about 5.5 feet tall. She had lovely eyes. During house work she had habit of lifting her saree to knee height and I. I was helped to my feet by King whilst Kong took back his helmet looking closely at it for any dents inflicted by the pony. No one asked if I was alright.I suddenly felt dirty and very tired.Levi came up and took charge of Randy leading it away. The pony didn’t even look back at me. Just trotted off. Hugh!Sugar was now naked and tied over two low stools I presumed were used by the farm hands who milked the cows. She was struggling against the ropes binding her but to no avail. A ball gag.