You don't really have one.

You didn’t want to prove Sasha right by doing anything to her breasts, but it’s not like you could do anything else tied up as you were so you just laid there doing nothing. Trying your best not to focus on her...incredibly...nice...boobs.

It wouldn’t take long before Sasha took the initiative.

“Oh? You don’t want to do anything with theeeeese?” - She said teasingly. Your eyes immediately betrayed you as they went in opposite directions, following the circles she was drawing round her nipples, one going clockwise, the other counter-clockwise.

“Maybe you just need a closer look at them, eh? That must be it!” and with that, she grabbed the back of your head and started smothering you.

On the one hand, it did feel rather delightful, like being trapped between two luxurious pillows. On the other, you were rapidly running out of air. You tried rolling around as best you could, but this just ended up with you motorboating Sasha.

“Ah, so you do love them after all!” She taunted you with a mischievous grin on her face.

You might have had seen the funny side if you weren't about to pass out. Instead, you became increasingly frenzied to stop yourself from drifting off.

As you gasped, breathing in the air as quickly as possible, you noticed the wide grin on Sasha’s face, no doubt happy with what she had done, but also what she was about to do.

She had one minute to do whatever she wanted to you, with no resistance.

Gulp.