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dropped his bathrobe so that he was naked, his penis pulsing with every heartbeat. “Face down on the bed,” he told her. “Come on, face down.”
    â€œNo, Jack. It’s your turn first.”
    â€œMy
turn?”
    She held him close so that her breasts were squashed against his hairy chest. She reached around and pulled the cord out of his hand. “You’re amazing,” he said, and his breath smelled strongly of Parmesan cheese.
    She tied one of his wrists and then turned him around and tied the other. The knots were too tight, but they didn’t restrict his circulation too severely and he found the tightness exciting. He was starting to pant and his chest was flushing crimson under his fan of black hair.
    â€œNow then,” said Lolicia. She took the black plastic bag away from him and lifted it over his head.
    â€œWe should have a signal,” he said. “Just in case I feel like I’m suffocating.”
    She kissed him, very slowly and lasciviously. Her tongue probed around his reconstructed teeth. “If you feel you’re in trouble,” she said, “why don’t you call out my name?”
    â€œYour name? OK. I’ll call out your name.”
    Lolicia drew the bag right over his head and twisted it so that it was bound tight around his neck. He took a deep breath in, and the bag crinkled and clung to his face.
    She guided him to the edge of the bed and gently pushed him so that he was lying on his back. Then she lashed his ankles tightly together. She climbed on to the white silk bedcover beside him. The bag ballooned, shrank, ballooned, shrank, as Jack breathed in and out. Lolicia caressed his face through the wrinkled plastic. Then she ran her fingernails down his chest, and around his stomach. His penis was so hard that it was curving upward, like a red tusk. Lolicia took it in her hand and slowly stroked it, and inside the plastic bag Jack groaned with pleasure.
    â€œI wonder if Susan enjoyed this so much,” said Lolicia.
    Jack said something muffled.
    â€œDidn’t you hear me? I wonder if Susan thought this was so exciting. I mean, it was something that she’d never done before.”
    Jack panted, “What? What the hell are you talking about?”
    â€œI can’t hear you very well, Jack, with that bag over your head.” She kept on rubbing his penis but it was beginning to lose its rigidity. “I just wonder if she enjoyed being suffocated, like you’re being suffocated. I just wonder if she enjoyed being hurt.”
    With that, she dug her fingernails deep into his testicles. He let out a stifled scream, and tried to twist himself free, but oddly enough his penis suddenly swelled harder, too.
    â€œFor Christ’s sake!” he shouted. “I can’t breathe! Take this fucking bag off my head!”
    Lolicia smiled and kept on rubbing him.
    â€œI can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! I’m dying in here!”
    Lolicia tugged down her thong until it was halfway down her thighs, and climbed on top of him. She took hold of his penis and guided it into her. She rode up and down on him for a while, her back straight, her eyes closed, an extraordinary smile on her face.
    â€œâ€”breathe! Can’t—!
” Jack begged.
    Lolicia leaned forward and kissed his mouth through the plastic.
    â€œWe agreed on a signal, Jack, don’t you remember? For all I know you’re cheating.”
    Jack wheezed for breath, and then he managed to choke out, “Lolicia!”
    â€œYou’re supposed to say my name, Jack,” she said, very close to his ear.
    â€œLolicia!” he repeated. His chest was heaving now and he was beginning to shudder.
    â€œWrong name, Jack. My name’s not Lolicia at all.”
    â€œâ€”breathe! Please—!”
    â€œNo, Jack. Two years ago I was somebody quite different. But two years ago I discovered that there was no way that I was ever going to be able to