GET THE HELL BACK HERE!" I have to get the fucking door!" came Richie's fast-approaching voice. His heavy footsteps stomped towards the door but falte...ed with a muffled thud. "Ow! What the fuck?!" I'll get the door," Sandra's voice boomed.Ned smiled a full rack of teeth at the peephole. The door was thrown open, and Sandra Gardner glared at him. "Who the fuck are--?" Burglar," Ned said, folding his hands behind his back and balancing himself on the balls of his feet.Sandra's face seemed to. Her long hair fell loosely across her shoulder. "No, of course. I understand. Let me guess though. Was it some form of hypnosis of the audience, perhaps with the Swami's ruby? Or was it something even more remarkable; the real Indian rope trick?"Gregg's jaw dropped open at the mention of the Swami. He stared at Maxine without saying anything and then sat down beside her."Hiram Heron wasn't the only one that wrote about the Swami and his followers," Maxine went on. "It's surprising what you can. Then another. I started running out of air but his cock was still in my throat. I needed air, so I started to pull back but his hands held me down. I pulled again but he held firm. I looked up at him with my watering eyes and saw him smiling at me. “Good girl” he said as I started to gag and he released my head. It popped off his cock, just like the principal before, with a stream of spit running down my face, off my lips and down his cock and balls.“That was perfect”, he said.“It was?!” I. When some of my girlfriends regaled me with stories of their sex lives I realised I have a lot of catching up to do and have missed out on lots of sexual excitement.“I want to extend my sexual boundaries and fulfil some of my fantasies,” I tell some of my girlfriends each time I see them. Without exception, they all wanted me to tell them about those fantasies, their voyeuristic streak showing.“A thick, hung man, ten or fifteen years younger, with a nine or ten-inch erection fucking me. Perhaps.