Vacuumed

The twins worked in perfect unison, as always. Bobby had turned of the vacuum cleaner, and then, right as he pulled out the hose, Sue was there to tape the garbage bag shut around her throat. Not a sip of air had found its way back into the sack.

All that Julia could move was her head. The rest of her body might just as well have been encased in cement, as she sat there, awkwardly propped up. The pressure was unbelievable! Her knees were mashed into her breasts, her feet were drawn in against her butt and even her fingers seemed to be glued onto her knees. All she could do was rock back and forth a bit, but she didn't dare to do even that, afraid that she might fall over and hit her head. The twins were obviously beside themselves, towering over the packaged figure of their mother.

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