I had heard of autoerotic asphyxiation before, but never had the temptation to try it, until tonight. As she rocked up and down on my dick, I tightene... my grip. I could hear her start to gasp for air. I was about to cum, and from the way her cunt was beginning to tighten again, I knew she was close to another orgasm too. My neighbour was gasping for breath and moaning at the same time. One hand was scratching at my hand to release it's grip, and the other had moved down to her pussy and she was. She raised her left foot and touched my soft member with her shiny shoe. My cock responded with fear and shrank even more. My balls, in anticipation of a deliciously painful kick had retreated into the ballsack that itself had become one with my skin.She smiled."A man can fuck your sissy little ass and never know that you are a boy!" "You like that you little bitch?"I looked up. She looked happy as she tormented me with her leather."You are a cunt, aren't you?" Yes" YES WHAT YOU CUNT!" "I.....I. By the time the first pictures showing movement in one of Randy's windowsflipped up on the screen that night, Nathaniel in his celebratoryexcitement had already sipped his way through a six-pack of Molson, whichwasn't as good as before Coors bought them. That's beside the point, butit is relevant that six beers was three times what he drank on a normalday, and he had forgotten to eat since breakfast. In a word, he waswasted."Whoa!" he said to himself, taking a gulp of can number seven. What. Parsons insisted that he and I share a golf cart. He said he wanted to get to know me better. I saw that Mrs. Parsons looked relieved that she wouldn't have to be in the same cart with him. I didn't try to get out of it. Two men came out with all of our golf clubs, except for Mr. Chalmers, because he had once again brought his clubs with him. At the first tee, Mr. Parsons insisted that he wanted the bet to be something other than money. He said that was so I would have something at stake, in.