It definitely was not one of those loose faux-leather masks that are available in every sex shop, at the front, the vanilla section. The seal was tigh... around my head; the only air I could get was through the filter – it tasted metallic, mixed with the taste of rubber. The sound inside the mask resembled the one of being underwater – strangely contained, intensified, interspersed with your own breaths that are so much more audible than normal.It was a most successful mini sensory deprivation. Fine.” I grumbled as I rolled sluggishly from my half soaked couch.I never really enjoyed visiting Sam’s family. They were all decent people, but always managed to talk over each other. Not to mention, their apartment was always unbearably hot, even in the winters. And the worst of it was her younger sisters.Sam, herself, wasn’t bad looking, but these sisters were another level of gorgeous. Coupled with the undying heat of their place, I was never lucky enough to spend the. "He needs to suck me better. Tell him what to do, get him to please me, or god knows what I'll have to do to you to get me off."*SMACK*Your voice came immediately, scared and excited and trembling... "Oh, honey, he means it, you'll have to do better... rub his head with your tongue, sweetie... remember what you used to like when I would suck on you..."*SMACK*"Oh please... oh please..." The way you moaned and whispered it, it was hard to tell what you were really asking for.I know his technique. " Iblushed. "I'm sorry. This sounds like a lovesick twelve year-old." Britsmiled encouragingly, so I went on. "I thought I was going to melt intothe floor when he looked at me smiled, and I nodded, smiled back, andindicated the stool next to mine was free."He introduced himself as Steve, and I told him my name was Don. Goodthing my mother gave me a unisex name, huh? Anyway, He sat down and askedif he could buy me a drink, and I said yes, and nodded to indicate heshould sit down. I could feel.