...few days afterwards i found her in chat and started chatting ....she was well educated and chatted well, I told her about my fantasies but she said......she is already engaged and dint wanted to meet any one.....i requested her but nope was the answer.....but i treated her as a good friend and respected her and she liked this very much and promised to introduce one of her friend to me.....i was delighted......with in a couple of days i found a new friend request from a person named Sheema....i. . my arms were held together above my head. There was a fullness in my vagina. Looking down, I saw a bar between my legs, rising upward into me. My feet slightly spread and held in place by metal clamps. Any movement caused the bar which was embedded so deeply inside me, to push against my tender flesh. I was in one of the glass cylinders! Looking left, I saw another one. It was empty. I looked to the right. It was Monica! She too was held the same as I in a glass tube. She seemed asleep, her. One part of me said, "You have to rescue that woman!" Another part said, "RUN you stupid motherfucker."Before I could act on either thought, the giant flung the blond at me, her back thudded into my chest and my arms automatically wrapped around her. He bent at the waist so that his eyes could meet mine on the same plane. The voice that came from this massive man was surprisingly high pitched. It reminded me of Mike Tyson speaking to reporters."Get this cunt out of here before she gets herself. Of course I answered. The guy looked really old, about thirty or so. He had a thin face and an even thinner beard. “You don’t look old enough to be a G-Man,” he said. “Most federal agents are a LOT older.” He got me laughing. “No, I’m not a federal agent, that’s my nickname. What’s your name?” I asked him. “I’m Jake. So, you’re interested in the job, right?” I nodded. “You know it’s for a party entertainer, right?” I nodded again. “So, who is that behind you and why are you both bare-chested?”.