Donna was standing three feet away, and she'd clearly started drinking already."Breasts?" Donna was laughing, "I don't see any breasts. All I see is s...me itty-bitty titties."The woman's eyes flashed as the boys chuckled."At least they're real, bitch," she snarled. "How many implants are in those balloons anyway?"The boys laughed again and now it was Donna's turn to anger."Not a one, honey," she said, thrusting out her chest."Prove it," the brunette said.It didn't take much to goad the blonde. I was wearing a short knee length skirt with a white transparent cotton short kurta, my bra was very much visible and lots of cleavage too, it was very hot in Srilanka but the good thing the car we hired it was having a good aircon. As little was 1 hour journey to the hotel i was started feeling bit sleepy, my hubby who is very naughty he started playing with my breast while talking to the taxi driver, even I was sleepy but can see the lust in the eyes of driver who must be very excited the way. Andthere was a change in preparing me to serve her. She began wrapping me inplastic wrap still fully dressed and everything wrapped but my head.Sometimes after wrapping me she would throw a magazine on the hall floorand when she was ready for me i would hear,"I'm ready my bitch, bring me that magazine in your mouth and be quickabout it or you'll spend the night wrapped."I thought crawling to her while tied up was hard to do,but in plasticwrap it was almost impossible. Then getting the magazine. The machines around them ground into silence. How odd to suddenly be free of the beating heart that was the pump station. She heard the sound of sawing. “Pat, cut it closer to that machine over there. We’re going to need plenty of slack.”“Right.” Patrick stopped and moved several feet to his right. He sawed quickly, the first beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He felt Donna’s soft hand on his shoulder. “Will this work?”“It should.” Donna’s knees went weak and her nostrils flared..