The plastic over her mouth was lifted and sank back in an imitation of breathing, but no oxygen came in and none of the used air could leave that cage...of glass. The plastic was sucked back again in the desperate attempt of the body to find traces of the much needed gas. Sandra threw her head from side to side, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge the plastic or to loosen the cloth. But it had been put into place with too much experience. Her whole body started to prickle, her lungs hurt like. “So how do we handle this issue?” Jessica asked.I thought about it for a moment. Did I really need anyone but Kara and my future wife? The truthful answer was probably not. But I wasn’t completely sure. Past history was what Jessica said it was - my fancy was tickled a lot. But I had to make a concession of some kind. Or I had to refuse her proposal right at this moment. And for some reason, I didn’t want to do that.“It is a bit much to ask, isn’t it?” I observed. “No, it’s a lot to ask. I. Her initial surprise didn’t phase me in the least as I continued to dart my tongue in and out of her and lick in circles around her ring. She had a fleshy musk about her and I savored the taste as I continued my assault. My father just watched from the bed sporting what appeared to be a rather serious erection. I had no desire to see it used on either of these women, but for now it seemed I wouldn’t have much of a choice. He got up and walked slowly, yet confidently to my mother and quickly. ‘Even if it is a business trip, it’ll be nice to spend some time together,’ he sighed. Claire looked out the window toward the low mountains rising west of the tarmac road. Now that they were actually on the way, Claire felt better, even optimistic about the possibilities of getting over the brutal fucking she had received from Calvin Rhodes and for them getting emotionally back together during this trip. Already the incident with the engineer seemed like a bad dream she wanted nothing more.