I was in what seemed to be a polycarbonate - that strong clear plastic - box that was suspended, who knows how, so as to allow bright light to be projected in from all six sides simultaneously.
Because of this light, I could not see anything outside the box despite the material's transparency.
The box was both a little taller and a bit longer than a coffin, but was about twice as wide.
She massaged my d*ck with her tongue for so long, and then I came in her mouth and she swallowed.
I awoke groggily with cotton-mouth, and then had an intense start.
Have you ever woken up in a strange place - a hotel room, on a drinking buddy's couch, the in-law's guest bedroom, etc.
I have posted here several times, but have never shared my story. Mine did not end with my husband caring enough to get help and change his ways. When I got the phone call he did not recognize my voice or that he had dialed me, even repeated him self when I said “what?
He skipped work a lot (he was an executive), so when I thought he was working or working late, or on a business trip, he was really out with others or at his strip clubs.