The throwing and pressing of glass plates and goblets consumed my time. Who would have thought that Cherry wood does not leave an ash that interferes ...ith hot glass? Who would have thought that without an annealing furnace all thrown glassware destroys itself from rapid cooling?Our smithy teams poured many brass goods that winter including a few nice deck guns. Hinges, pipes, wheels and gears took shape. We had the diagrams for creating waterwheels and water-powered machines yet there was not a. The partition he had placed into the box I'm now locked into secures my hips and wrists alike, not unlike the way a stockade secures a prisoner's neck and wrists between two slats of wood.Partitions sectioned off each part of my body within the box.. a partion held my neck in place.. creating a single compartment for my head that prevented me from lifting up at all within the confines of the bondage coffin. A large diameter hose had been attached to my breathing tube and ran to the exterior of. My mouth dropped open as I stood there with my cock pushed inside Melinda’s pussy, Linda leaned forward noticing that my cock was actually inside her and not just touching ‘Oh shit, sorry … I didn’t mean to … you know … sorry, sorry” she exclaimed; Shit I groaned, “I’ve just fucked your daughter” pulling my cock back a bit as I started walking backwards again.Linda placed Melinda’s body on the bed then scooted up to drag her on, my cock was still at Melinda’s entrance and as I pushed forward it. . Damn it! What the hell is wrong with my butt tonight!?"Chuckling at those words, knowing that nothing could ever be wrong with Lizzie's legendary bubble-butt, I stepped inside my almost-sister's bedroom, unaware of what was waiting for me there. "Hey Liz, did your mom say exactly where they're going tonight? Because I... Oh my god!"Facing away from me as she stood barefoot at her dresser wearing just a purple lacy bra and matching thong, Lizzie was jumping in place, trying to fit into a pair.