"The voice of reason?" I ask Nimrod, my voice reeking of doubt."Goddess forbid," he spins his hand around as if to say no, no. "The day Saul is my voi...e of reason I will eat his socks." Be careful what you say around me," I warn him. " I have the ear of the universe listening in."The men laugh at my warning, I grin too, in spite of everything I know to be true."How much more time do we have?" Saul asks as he clearly wants to spend more time with us."Hey guys!" I bellow. "How much time do we. This is written by an experienced breath play fetishist and in no way gives encouragement to the inexperienced without them doing all necessary precautions including education. This is pure erotica entertainment and is written for the purpose of enlightening others on the true nature of breath play, not the condemning ideals given by media and/or other means of poor representation from those focused on the death association which this author hereby detests and loathes. * The car ride was quiet. Round and round the room they went watched by the naked hypnotist, his penis still completely flaccid. Annabel did not like the MD’s hand on her back, touching her – she did not like where she was at all. She did not like her breast exposed to their view. She did not like the MD so close to her. Why had she left Michael’s room and come here? Round and round they went – she could not stop. ‘Alphonso, why don’t you dance whilst I get myself ready?’ The naked hypnotist took the MD’s place and. “You two go to school together.”As soon as Sona crawled out of the sports tent his daughter crawled back in, a soda in hand.“I could use a drink,” Floyd said.Lily was practicality beaming with excitement as she handed over her drink. Watching her father have sex with one of her school friends had really done it for her.Taking a sip Floyd found there was less then a swallow left inside leaving his thirst largely unquenched. He handed the empty cup back to Lily who sat it down in the tent’s.