“I’m soooo full!” She moaned and grunted. I ignored her. “C’mon, get dry now.” Later: “I can’t fit my jammies. My tummy’s to... big.” “Try harder.” “Maybe I’ll sleep without them.” Betsy did ad-lib belly dancer moves as she wriggled to settle her enormous dinner. Then she moved up between my legs as I watched TV. “I’m so hard and I hurt!” She pushed closer. “Feel my poor tummy.” She turned and pressed her soft butt against me. Aw jeez! Her dinner was now invading her. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction. I have told the story about fucking Miludi in part–I. Now you will know how I fucked Nilu in this part.About three months later Nilu’s result published and she passed the exam. Dilip and his whole family congratulated me and grateful to my effort. I thought if they knew what gift I enjoyed! Then I could not. Underneath a thin satin blouse and a lacy bra, my perky chest was heaving considerably, and my nipples were pushing against the fabric quite visibly even through the layers of clothes. I had put considerable thought into my outfit. I wouldn't have had to. After all, I likely wouldn't be wearing them too long anyway. When I had applied for "enslavement" at the Institute, I could simply have opted for the self-collaring - a simple pickup where the only clothing prescription would have been that I. I noticed that his balls were particularly small, the size of little pigeon eggs, I figured this was probably due to steroid use. His little balls which had been hanging low in his hairless ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. Pre-cum had exuded from his cock head. I knew he was about to cum. Eyes closed, his handsome face contorted in pleasure. I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, thick burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along.