"Start by paying attention to your breathing, but don't try to control it. Just find your natural breathing rhythm." Peter's hard cock became even har...er as he began instructing Meagan. "Don't say anything, but nod your head if you've got a good feel for how you would normally breathe."Meagan nodded and Peter continued, "Now try to slow your breathing down. When you exhale, pause before inhaling. When you inhale, hold your breath inside you for a moment before exhaling." The sight of Meagan's. She wasn't a twig, but that was good. She wasn't overweight, and the average build had definitely gone to the right places. She was shaved and looked as tight as could be. "So what are you going to do with me?" she teased and looked up at me from my bed, where she laid on her back. I kissed her and then kissed all over her neck, making sure to ramp up any final sexual tension that may have existed. My hands very infrequently strayed from her breasts, which I used partly as a balancing area. I. She was thrown down, her face pressed hard to the floor; a gun to her head.She remembered the terror that ran through her body; a cold, vileness that she could smell and taste. She remembered her shame as her bladder threatened to desert her.Strong hands pinned her down and harsh garlic breath assailed her nose as a voice from hell told her to keep quiet and be still. Or else! Her hands and feet were tied painfully tight and she was gagged on an evil smelling piece of cloth. Another covered her. We come back from eating and Mai goes into the bathroom. When she comes out she is nude and sits on the bed. Call me Dumbo but I sit on a chair trying to figure out what to do. Mai gets off the bed and sits sideways on my lap with her head curled into my chest. I place my head on top of hers and sigh. I wrap my arms around her tiny frame as if to protect her vulnerability. Mai shutters a little and brings her arms over mine; she takes my right hand and gently places it on her breast. The.