As I got off the plane in London I was both nervous and excited. Paul and I had been talking/chatting through the Internet for nearly 2 years, but thi... would be the first time we had seen each other&hellip,face to face anyway. I was walking through the terminal thinking Oh my God hes not going to show, when from some where to the left and a little behind me I heard my name. Joy! I scanned the crowd and I see HIM standing there, looking even better in person, his pictures and web cam hardly did. Suddenly sheexhaled. The bag, which was of quite thin polythene, inflatedhard and I knew her ears would be popping. I was glad she'dbreathed in, the more air she had the more time we'd get towatch her suffer.She evidently knew from her own experiments that the key is notto waste oxygen by struggling. So she sat there passively,breathing slowly and gently, head bowed submissively. We watchedentranced as the bag alternately filled taut and thencontracted, crinkling gently with that tell-tale. Noting her stunned reaction, I don't know who she was more shocked by; me and my bold actions or Maria and the fact that she happily obliged.Without wasting another moment I reached out and grabbed Camilla by the wrist and pulled her to me and kissed her as well, but unlike Maria the actress seemed shy and reluctant and resisted me immediately. This of course only spurred me on."Are you resisting arrest?" I warned her, to which she just shook her head."Open your mouth." I ordered. "Stick out. .. I kind of missed the action, but did okay in my new field of endeavour, it's surprising how some people are fascinated by writers of erotic fiction.As I made my way to my window seat I saw two lovely young women, sitting together across the aisle from me, looking at me, and one nudged the other, and whispered excitedly in her ear. Smiling at them, I took my seat, and much to my relief the aisle seat next to me stayed empty. After take-off, I un-strapped my seat belt, and settled back,.