I'm soglad I have a daughter who doesn't mind housework."Now it was ME who was doing the beaming. "Well, I learned from the best!Oh, excuse me while I...check the oven." I went to the kitchen to see howmuch time was left before our main dish was ready. I could still hearthe conversation in the living room.Sharon was speaking. "I absolutely adore your daughter, Isabel. She'sone of the loveliest young ladies I've ever met. Now I see where shegets her manners - and her looks."I knew Mom would be. Only by breathing in deeply and exhaling deeply could I get fresh air at all, and yet my corset and the pressure on my chest of the inflatable pressure cocoon all conspired to make this as difficult and exhausting as possible.I quickly realised that the bung that had been inserted into my gag was designed to prevent me filling my breathing mask with drool, though it also restricted my rate of inhalation to a minor degree.I felt the warmth of Lindsay's breath through my hoods as she pressed her. I pulled out atube of KY and began to lube him up. With each probe of my finger intohis ass, Bobby wiggled and looked over his shoulder at me. I pressedmy finger into him and he gave me that big white grin full of teeth.Now I stood behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. Hepushed back against me, earger to feel it up his butt. When I began topress my cock inside him, however, it hurt him too much. He pulledaway, and couldn't take it. I tried to be gently, and to work him upwith. He would give me occasional hits of the poppers to keep me relaxed and receptive. Then, the doorbell rang.Before Henry left to get the doorbell, he came over in front of the stockade, and put a blindfold over my eyes. "This is not to come off of you once the entire night. Do you understand?" Yes, sir."Then he left. It could only have been a couple of minutes, but those minutes felt like hours. Then I heard steps, more than two sets, a number, in fact. Footsteps echoed around me, and I felt the.