.. the armchair! The armchair of our dreams, right here in our front. And nobody would stop us to have her!“I always ask myself why I didn’ty boug...t this damn chair!”“Oh, come on, Arthur! You know that was better with then than with us...”Suddenly, desire struck us good...“Looking at this armchair lets me completely turned on. How about you, Char?”“I cannot speak different, Arthur! And I got a great idea!”“What kind of idea you mean?”“Well...”, she just pushed me to sit on that chair, while she. Kay was at a point that she could just afford, by a stint of careful saving, to slip away and relieve her tensions by allowing herself to be used, punished even she had had this desire to atone, to pay for something in her past that she had kept from her husband for so very many years. So one day, having found the advert for the pussy salon’ she phoned them and explained her needs to the very attentive receptionist, who assured her she was not alone and to come down for a free consultation. C., we are half-way through your punishment and you're doing great. Hopefully, after all of this is over, you'll realize the importance of doing whatever I say, when I say it."Greg found the look of shock on her face was utterly priceless. It was quite obvious that she had thought her ordeal to this point was over. Reaching down, he grabbed a nipple and pinching hard, pulled her to her feet. Still holding her nipple, Greg pulled her toward the kitchen table. When she was standing before it, he. Ron was immediately behind me grabbing my hands exposing me to them, as one by one they took out their cocks slowly wanking them as they ogled my shaved puffy pink pussy . Ron let me go saying ‘ get on that chair and spread your legs slut show the boys your hole’. Obediently I laid back opening my legs, my pussy lips opening for them as they whistled a discussed the view ‘look at that cunt boys’, dirty little slag’ look at her fuckhole!!! We have all weekend to use that, and her tight arse too!.