I gagged and coughed. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth. Disgusting!He pulled back a little and I took a quick breath. He pressed again. Was he trying t...o put it inside my throat? My arms pulled on the restraints but they held my wrists tight."Uhhhh!" I said in fear."Breathe," he said.I sucked in air from what space his cock didn't take up. As soon as my lungs filled, he resumed pressing.I felt his cock's spongy head fill my opening. I couldn't exhale. The head started to squeeze in. I didn't. Ken Smith had started to explain the system to me yesterday before he was interrupted. He got as far as telling me that the outside units were the largest pieces of the system. There was no traditional heat exchanger and no duct work to install. There were just two copper lines to each room and a unit the size of two large shoe boxes attached near the ceiling on a wall. It did heat or AC; whichever you wanted.The night shift had been busy. There had been two booze parties in the male dorms;. She laughed. “Do tell?” Rod pushed aside a couple of folders and perched himself on the edge of the table. “I’m helping a friend to bring, shall we say, some discipline and order into his marriage.” Hazel suddenly sat down on the chair at the end of the table. “Discipline?” Rod nodded. “Yes... she can be a bit wayward as well as unresponsive to her husband’s demands.” Her eyes widened. “Demands?” “Yes, demands,” he replied. “He... he likes certain things from his wife. For example, he. I’m just a little surprised, is all.” I began to unbutton my shirt.Marilyn smiled. “I have to tell you, I had a visit from a very discreet Secret Service Agent, a woman, and we had a little discussion. Were you aware that we get every station broadcast anywhere in the world here? Or something like that. Stations like the Playboy channel? And a few others?” Marilyn blushed at that. “She showed me how to dial them up.”I’d had the same conversation with somebody equally discreet but male. Not only.