Obviously a blanket can’t protect anyone from anything and I was trying to distract myself from the strange environment. Where was I?I tried to move...around and failed miserably. My muscles felt weak, my bones watery. It took a titanic application of pure will power to turn my neck and look up above my head. To where the iron prison door should have been.The door was not closed.It may seem pretty obvious in hindsight, since I was already out of the prison, but at the time, the sheer. I no longer thought about where I was or what I was doing. All I could focus on was my belief that Erica's hands were quickly bringing me to my breaking point. It only took a few minutes before my body began to shudder. Sensing my orgasm was near, I slid a third finger into my pussy and began to roughly play with my breasts. My breathing begame ragged and my every thought now was consumed with my oncoming orgasm. My hands took control, pinching and pulling my nipples, pumping my pussy wildly.. . who knows?She walked around the room again and then looked in the mirror. From the neck down it was Clair just as she had come in from work. Her hair was darker and styled differently since Sarah resembled Richard more than Clair but her features were from that side of the family. Even without makeup though she was pretty and her legs looked great. She decided she had to wear these tights more often but how could she wait for them to appear in the laundry basket again, it might be weeks. She. I resisted as long as I could, but when I could feel her breath rippling the hair of my mustache, I had to give in. I cracked my eyes open, just enough to see my beloved wife's face inches from mine, a mischievous glint in her eye."How's my big... strong... man... doing?" she asked, using her best imitation of a breathy Marilyn Monroe wishing JFK a happy birthday.I looked up at her suspiciously, blinking to bring her into focus."Hmgfhumf." Really? That good, eh?" Hmph." I know what you mean,.