H.O.M.age

Chris toole is in quite a predicament. Somehow, he accidentally locked his ultra-busty wife Tanya Danielle in the bathroom - which is puzzling, because bathroom doors don't lock from the outside. (I think this part of the story was inspired by Marina Oswald's testimony before the Warren Commission...) Alas, that's just the most recent outrage. It seems Chris has been out of a job for months, living off his wife. Tanya has finally HAD IT. This bitch is pissed, and so is her statuesque gal-pal Shay Sights, who just happened to pop by for a threesome. What to do? The girls chain chris to the torture table, in order to show HIM what it feels like to have his movements restricted. Then they decide that the best way to get even is to inflict hand-over-mouth torture. Imagine two domineering bitches using all their prodigious strength to rob this man of all air - Shay even uses her feet to plug up his airways. "I want him worried that he's going to have a stroke," Tanya screams. "I want to realize that he could DIE. I just wish I could take my fist and shove it down his throat! Fucking limp dick little worm!" Check out the way his face as it changes color - from red to blue to white. During this choke torment, they pinch him and poke him and verbally abuse him. "His eyes are glazing over...hee hee hee!" notes Shay. "I like to cover his mouth," Tanya explains. She even uses vise grips to stop up his nostrils, and stuffs wadded-up t-shirt down his throat. Shay wonders aloud: Is Chris trying to escape his punishment mentally, via meditation? "You have to be somewhat spiritually evolved to meditate," Tanya notes. "Chris can't do that, being a limp dicked little faggot." Wise words from a bosomy bitch.