My inner monologue of self destruction is brought up short by his voice.‘I’ll bet it’s the champagne talking. I don’t think you’re ready, an...d I’m not myself.’‘You’re….not? Is it because you think I’m ugly?’He frowns. ‘No, I do not think you ugly, I think you’re….gorgeous. Don’t put yourself down that way. I’ve been around though, and I’m willing to bet you ARE a little drunk, and might not be entirely ready yet. I have no desire to push the issue and maybe wreck something good before it gets. It wasn't just a hole but an opening with a foam rubber collar clamped into it. The collar was loosely covered with thin sheet rubber. Four clamps with large round hand wheels were spaced around the collar and seemed to hold it in place. The end of the chamber containing the collar was a separate piece and I looked at the two big clamps that held it to the body of the tank and drew it tight to make an airtight seal. Below the collar two rods projected out and supported a leather covered. I was spent and I think that they were too, as we each lit up a cigarette and did an exit interview for the behind the scenes crew. We sat there, as the cum dried on our bodies and faces, and answered questions while we smoked, letting everyone know how much we had all enjoyed the fun day of sex and debauchery. We had another 12 weeks to go and I was getting horny just thinking about it. I lit up another cig as we finished the shoot and just sat back to relax before I showered. I looked over at. This'll just get in the way otherwise." Saying that, I place the tips of all my fingers on the lower end of your ribcage, on both sides of your spine. "Now, what I want you to do is focus on my fingertips, on their touch.. Feel how at first it's just grazing your skin, but the more you focus on it, the deeper it goes."I start to apply a little pressure just to my thumbs, not moving any fingers yet."Notice how the more you feel it, the more you want it to go deeper and deeper until each finger.