‘I’ve strapped you down to help you,’ he said. ‘In this way, I can pleasure you beyond what you think you can handle. There will be no touch b...t stimulation from now on, and you are powerless to stop it. Don’t fight it, just relax and experience the intensity without fear. And just to reassure you that it will be nothing but pleasure, remember this. If you want me to stop, you must say ‘popcorn’, and I will stop. Saying ‘stop’ won’t work – that’s a word we can play with, ok?’ Casey nodded,. This past weekend I went down on my wife both days, she gets so wet and squirts when she cums so I brought a small tupperware container, no more than 2”x2”, that is supposed to be used for salad dressing or condiments, into bed with us without her knowing.Both Saturday morning and Sunday evening she came into that little container without it ever touching her and arousing suspicion. I put it in the second fridge in the garage out of site after finishing up both times. On Monday morning I. My lungs felt like they were one tenth their normal size,and I was getting one tenth the air on a good breath. I couldn't reallyhear anything. At least not clearly. My eyes were dark. And my ownunintelligible mutterings echoed in my head. "Fthhhh, flaa, woo, ttttsss, ewwww, innnn," I stammered.My neck felt long and constricted. Swallowing was hard and tookconscious effort. I could tell that I was drooling some. My center ofgravity was off too. The boots must have made me a foot or more. ”He complimented me, “Nice job dumping it on the floor, he never noticed.”I walked back to the table as the долбо еб showed up with two glasses of vodka. I made sure to watch which one he sat in front of me, then I faked some distress, “I do not feel well. Where is the ladies room?”He offered, “It’s in the back, I can help you walk there.”I pretended to slur my speech, “That would be nice of you.”He helped me up, I pretended to stumble a little then the долбо еб puts his arm around me and began.