I'm still calling Ms Masquearde bad names therefor she is not done tormenting me. She places my head on the couch with my body on the floor and enjoys her relaxing postion. She sits on my face to torment me more to keep me from breathing. I bend up to get more air, but only to get slapped very hard in the belly. I moan and groan and complain but she doesnt lay up. She holds me arms over my legs to keep air from helping me out. She crossed her legs to smother me with her thighs as i invent a new form of the whistle. I start being a bit more whiny but she is not done with me. Stay tuned for the ... Show more