The more turns of the handle, the less you breathe. Too many turns for too long and, well you can probably guess the result of that??.? The lady began...to stroke me and discovered that i was already highly aroused;my cock was rock hard and slippery with myprecum. The lady gave two turns to the handle, tightening the band painfully around my throat. I gurgled slightly and began to struggle in the chair.?Ssshhhh?, she whispered to me. ?Don’t fight it. Just accept it. Focus on getting air in and. The schoolteacher made me leave it at the door. I think that he was afraid I might think ill of him an' fergit myself.Well, it was 1859 and the secession and slavery questions was rattlin' around and about the countryside. My Pa did not pay much mind ta that kind of talk. He always said, "Hell, I am too busy tryin' ta put food on the table ta worry 'bout politics an' what some folks is doin' ta niggers."I found out later that talk like that was all well an' good in 1857 or 1858, but it was. There were two proposals on the floor that night. The first was to purchase a new lighting system for the marque over the entrance to the theater. It was a digital billboard of some kind. The other was to recondition the projectors so that Aster could rent a series of classic Hollywood films.There was discussion back and forth of course. They were about to close the discussion, so I felt compelled to speak. "I would like to say a word or two please," I said standing."The Chair recognizes Maxine. It didn't take long for me to see what a shit show (in a good way) that the party was. Beer pong, flip cup, and other random shenanigans happening all about. I wasn't wearing a costume however so I stood out like a sore thumb. I was wearing my glasses though so I just said I was Buddy Holly with a drinking problem.Kendra was there dressed as Harley Quinn from Batman. She was looking pretty sexy but she was already fairly tipsy when I got there so I didn't know how much longer she had left.