"Never bunch your pants around your ankles. It makes it harder to get away." He wondered again if he should try to get away but the sight seemed to ro...t him to the spot."Mandy Rene Pierce," Susan screeched.It was the first intelligible thing Bill had understood from her since coming through the door."I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn't do that until we talked and we would talk after you were on birth control for a whole month," Susan continued with her high pitched shriek. "You know. Do you know whata sensory deprivation chamber is?"Hank was mystified, shook his head, and said, "Some kind ofweird torture device?" Not exactly. Since your mind is used to getting all kindsof sensory data, sight, sound, smells, touch, and taste, itkind of gets used all those senses, so when it's placed ina position where those senses are temporarily muted, likebeing in this chamber, it tends to make up its own sensoryinformation. Basically, you kind of enter a waking dream,but that's something. I felt totally impressed and saw a few guys chatting with her. I tried to chat with her like the others and she replied to me saying she would love to have a private session where she could show me her assets. (She kept chatting fluently in Hindi but I am translating them for you guys). So, we had a chat like what follows in the private chat.Me: Hello, nice to meet you.Z: Hi, baby. How are you?Me: I am good. I saw your video. You look sexy.Z: Haha, don’t tease me. I know that I am a bit fat.Me:. After torturing me like that for a few more seconds, you grab me by the hair and yank me off your cock; I start gasping and choking for air and you allow me to get a few deep breaths before shoving me back down. I can feel myself on the verge of puking but I find a way to relax enough and just let you fuck my throat and use me like you deserve to. The sensation is too much for you and within minutes I can feel your cock swell as you drive me hard against you. “Awww fuck!” You whimper as you.