It was Christmas Day, with our winter holidays a week away. Navya had plans to visit her parents during the holidays, and so she had to get her clothe... laundered. As we were set to move for breakfast, she thought it would be a good idea to put her clothes in the washing machine before leaving. Stepping back, she gathered a whole cache of used garments, and left for the washing machines which were a good three floors up. But not before hanging her pants on the clothesline over at the balcony. . It was like throwing gaseline onto a fire as we wildly kissed each other. After about fifeteen minutes of kissing she was more than ready for some more serious action. She backed up to the edge of the kitchen table and I pulled up her night gown, up over her head. She hoped up onto the home made but very sturdy kitchen table and I moved into her parting fat legs. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear around my ankles and was hobbled like a damn horse. My dick sprang up as I grabbed it and. That took the rest of the morning. During the afternoon, I returned phone calls, worked with Cindi and Mario on the conversion plans, and met with Julia and Dave about development issues. I made the usual walk to the hospital with Kara, ate dinner, went to karate, took a shower, and then brewed a pot of lemon tea.Michelle arrived just before 9:00pm. I took the tea and two of my Russian tea glasses and we went to the Indian room. After a brief look around the room, she gestured to the low table. Gigantica was now ready for me to occupy my new home! But that wasn't my only humiliation. My balls had been separated from my scrotum by at least a foot using several spacers each an inch thick! My asshole was plugged with an inflatable butt plug that She enlarged each week. But the worst of all was the milking machine hooked to my cock that pumped 24/7 at maximum speed, pumping my cum into a big receptacle. To ensure that my balls kept producing cum nonstop She gave me shots every few days to.