”“To be honest, I had very little idea what she was trying to tell me.”“Then later that night she opens her email and there was your picture. ...verything she had said to you had been distilled and purified into that one image. Youth and age; beauty and ugliness; indomitable spirit versus unimaginable burden; and movement in a still image.”“Wow. I’m glad she liked it.”“She said that it was the photograph of a lifetime.”“I thought it was pretty good,” Danny said smiling.“And that’s when, in. I looked up at the screen to find the guys throat fucking her before I could move the guy on the right grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I could take it for a little bit but the I would start to gag he would then pull it out and the other guy would do the same. Here I was in the open theater getting fucked by a guy and getting throat fucked by 2 others i was loving it the only thing that could make this better was some cum. The white guy on my left was stroking his cock. Her voice wasn't audible at all, but she was clearly yelling at me.I clicked my stopwatch that was hooked to the hemline of my black pencil-skirt,and watched her intently as she struggled inside the tube."You will find, Miss Samantha, that your oxygen in there will quickly deplete.Try to remain calm, I need you to breath normally as I time how long it takes until you pass out."I calmly instructed her.The look of pure frightened panic spread across her pretty face, her blues eyes bulged wide. The rhythms are all instinct here, your breath serving as the metronome that determines how fast and hard to go, when to ease back, when to catch you off guard with speed. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full stop. They say it's the hidden ones, the notes that you never hear, that matter the most. It's the motions, the way we sway, the way we respond to absence.And I know this is true when I withdraw..