Cheryl now wished she had built in some sort of pain relief, but that was not to be, as the pipe now filled her throat, and she felt the oxygen hittin... her lungs. She wasn’t actually breathing herself, the machine was pumping oxygen into her, enough to allow her to survive. Nose plugs rose from the top of the arm holding the gag, and Cheryl ceased to breath of her own accord. The machine would keep her alive, and would breath for her.Whether she actually felt the syringe enter her arm. Or just. Not that I would have been capable of mounting much further resistance. Her pussy was clenched around my dick and grinding on it. The pressure and tightness were incredible. I managed a few thrusts into her, and each one caused her to go wild, but I quickly realized that this was just too much to withstand."Stop! Samantha, you're going to make me cum!" Yes! Make me cum! I'm so ready!!!" No! You're not listening! You're about to make me cum!" It's OK, there's probably like a million sperm. You will have to learn to talk, and walk, and everything, all over again. But take it slowly. You don't want to shock everyone, back here in 1960."Then she disappeared; she was gone, just that quickly.'What the fuck' I thought 'if I had known the wish was for real I would have said since I was nine. After all that's when life started to go down hill. Fourth grade was the starting point of my problems. Now what does this mean? Drats! Doing everything all over again! Shit! I had hated school in. He took her by the paw and said, "Let's go." Hand-in-hand, the adorable couple walked to the rear of the club, crunching over rabbit pellets, crushed peanuts, and moldy Bunny Bread.She took him into a dimly lit back room that smelled of cigarettes, cheap booze, and rotten carrots pointed to a couch and said, "Sit there, Jack."She began to strip, slowly removing her sparkling stripper bra, placing it on top of his head and bending over in front of him, moving her G-string to the side, exposing.