She was looking forward to having a weekend of sex with Ron. She was excited. She had never had any one but Hank in her. This would be new for her, sh... felt a sense of erotic excitement building in her.They arrived home. The house was shut up tight. Curtains drawn, phones off. Donna didn't want any interruptions.Just as they got in the door, Donna sent both men to shower.Soon both men emerged, Ron as instructed wearing a towel around his waist, Hank naked.Donna ordered them to fix a drink for. She'd done those ads for the Defenders of Gaea that he'd seen on TV. Why the hell would Jenny do such a thing?Jenny's phone number in Malibu was on her mother's Rolodex. Mike went to the office and dialed her, but was met with nothing but ringing. On about the tenth ring, he remembered Jenny saying she was doing that Christmas special from Disney World, and of course, she'd be there. There was no way to reach her that he knew of.With the phone hung up again, Mike stared at the letter some more.. Starting from my feet. The hot plastic burn slightly against my skin. Breathing becoming increasingly difficult, less and less air, and as I feel she folds the end above my head, I start to panic. Though as the plastic has cooled down, it has become increasingly rigid, and inflexible. Like inside of a large cocoon. Her laughter from outside, still manages to get through, as she watches me fight. To my rescue, comes a knife, as she slowly and carefully cuts a small hole above my mouth. Do not. The time dragged on, it seemed like an eternity. My body had attempted a nocturnal erection, and I was immediately punished by heavy pain to my encased cock. I tried not to think of anything exciting, but at this point I had little control over my feelings. This was, after all, my wildest fantasy come true… but I was allowed no sexual satisfaction from it. How ironic. My cock had gotten me into this situation, and now I was not allowed a simple erection, let alone the opportunity to masturbate..