Leave Millie where she is for now

"I need to get something to pull you out with, you are too tightly wedged in there." I whisper.

"Be quick, this is not very comfortable." Millie whispers back.

I am planning to see if I can find some rope or some other implement to pull Millie out of the window. She was tightly wedged in there when I started, and with me slamming into her ass like I just did this will have wedged her even tighter into the window.

I turn around hoping to find a tool shed or an unlocked garage or something similar that might contain something I can use, but as I turn around I see that the fat man is sitting a few yards away on his patio, and that he is watching us.

At first I feel a rush of panic! Millie's screams must have woken him up and he has caught us trying to break into his house. But then I see that he is sitting calmly on a chair, a bottle of beer in his hand, and even smoking a cigarette. I immediately feel relieved, he is just watching us.

The fat man sees that I am looking at him, so he slowly gets up from his chair, his cigarette still in his mouth, and he reaches into a cooler standing at his feet and pulls out a bottle of beer from it and opens it. He then walks towards me, his cigarette in one hand, the newly opened bottle of beer as well as the bottle of beer he was drinking from in the other.

He walks all the way up until he is standing right in front of me, and we look at each other, neither of us saying a word. Then the fat man looks at Millie's naked ass, then looks back at me, then hands me the newly opened bottle of beer. I understand exactly what he means, so I take the bottle of beer and nod.

The fat man walks up behind Millie, but since Millie cannot see what is going on behind her, she seems relieved when she hears footsteps behind her, and she whispers:

"Matt? You really had me worried there. I thought you had left." Millie laughs a brief and nervous laugh.

The fat man just stands there with his cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and his beer in his hand, starring at Millie's ass. Millie laughs her silent and nervous laugh, and whispers:

"Now let's steal back the jewellery from that fat and nasty man. Hurry and get me out of here."

Millie laughs her nervous laugh again.

The fat man takes his cigarette out of his mouth, then drinks what is left of his beer in two quick swigs, then puts the cigarette back in the corner of his mouth. He throws the beer bottle aside, and steps up behind Millie's ass, and unzips his pants. He is so overweight that he reaches under his belly to lift it up and then plumps it down on Millie's back.

Millie instantly realises something is wrong when she feels this heavy dose of blubber landing on her back, and I see her start to panic as her body is squirming, but she cannot move much as all the blubber is weighing her down.

I see the fat man reaching down and fumbling under his gut. I cannot see much of what is going on as all the fat is covering my view, but I have a good idea what he is going to do.

I take a sip from my beer, and then I hear Millie scream out:

"No not again! Please, not in my ass!"

The fat man has pushed his cock into Millie's ass.