The dress slid upmy legs, but then got stuck at my ass. I had to spend a few minutesworking my curves into it, inch by inch. By the time I'd managed, ...ithsome effort, to zip it (mostly) up the back, everything feltconstricted and fit to burst. I could barely move for fear of somethingripping.I found Mom's shoes in the wardrobe and was disappointed to find, afterforcing my feet into a pair of pumps, that they pinched badly. I stoodin front of the mirror, wrapped too tight to move, my bust. 'Natasha looked at me quizzically whilst her father just smiled. I explained Mr. Kopolova's offer to them.'You have accepted of course.' Natasha stated.'Not yet... ' I started.'Why on earth not. Give me one good reason... ' She demanded before it was my turn to interrupt.'Because I haven't had the chance to discuss it with my girlfriend yet.' I said smiling partly about what I'd said but also at Mr. Kopolova's attempt to hide his laugh.Just for a change, I'd managed to shut Natasha up, at least. I then kiss my way down your body as I unbutton, then unzip your pants. You try to help me, but too late. Your pants are now completely undone and opened so I see your underwear and your bulge trying desperately to escape. Kneeling in front of you, I start to kiss your cock again through your underwear, making sure I pay special attention to the head. You try to grab my head, I tell you “No, not yet, my love”. You sigh deeply, surrendering to me.I stroke you balls a little as I gradually move. And really she liked it. One day I slipped my hand in her salwar and panty and touched the hot juicy hole. She was damn hot at that time and bit my shoulder.So I decided to make the two ends meet. I discussed it with her, and she said no. I said I will only masturbate you and you do it with me. Also we can have oral sex. But she didn’t agree. So one day in auto, I massaged her pussy and made her come-out there. And she was mad. I said I also want to be finished. She said I will do it. But I.