‘It’s to help me fit into the costume,’ Emma explained. ‘Well, you can’t wear it on stage,’ the woman said, with a flat-chested woman’s ...ack of empathy that bordered on some cross between envy and disgust. In the wings, Emma waited as long as she good before going on, then got one of the others to help with the delicate operation of unfastening the bra and pulling it out from under the costume. As the undergarment peeled free with difficulty, Emma felt the heavy mass of boob surge forward. At the first touch of my finger, her cheeks tightened. I told her to breathe normally as my hand continued massaging her lower back and butt.“I’ll gradually insert a finger in your ass. Remember, say stop if you need to.”“I will.”I applied more oil over her backdoor and my index finger as my hand kept massaging her back and butt. I pushed my oiled finger past the opening up to the first knuckle. A sharp intake of breath came from Monica as I moved the finger up and down for several seconds.. I bent over and suddenly felt a huge bubble of air rush down to where the balls were, about to forcefully push them out. I quickly tightened my sphincter as hard as I possibly could, to keep them from shooting out, and they shifted a little back up, but not without letting out the biggest, loudest, wettest sounding sloppy fart I've ever heard in my life! I was so embarrassed that I started to run out, but the running was making the balls want to shift back down! I had to start power walking. And one month back that guy came to Chennai, on his way to his house and took room in one hotel near to airport. He had told her about his visit that he came to Chennai only to see her again. So she did not go to college on that day and she went to meet him in a famous restaurant as decided earlier. He told her that he has to leave within 4 hours. They stayed there for 1hr then she asked for chocolates( my narration as I don’t know what had happened)he told her that he has brought many.