You just need to get us there, preferably without attracting any undo attention." What, no power-slides? God, you are so taking the fun out of this." ...Yeah, whatever, just try not to get us pulled over, okay?"The problem was I had no idea how far away I was and therefore no idea whether it would be better to take the freeway or surface streets. This was something Wheels hadn't covered in his classes, go figure. I left it up to Jamie to figure out and went back to see what I could discover about. I could feel his warmed oiled hands on my cool cheeks. It was almost like before but I thought I felt something warm oozing between my cheeks to my slit. He rocked me from side to side but this time it felt strangely more stimulating on my clit. Everything was slippery and sensitive. He moved to my feet and legs. This time I didnt move. Pierre did al the work. As he lifted my foot, I could feel him spread my legs. Not very wide at first, But with each stoke up the back of my leg, I could feel. While squatting certainly works, it is much less comfortable than a chair especially if you like to take your time. If you’d rather not buy your own, why not have your slave make you one before you commit him to his fate? It should be comfortable enough to sit on for long periods of time. Even if your slave lacks carpentry skills, a wooden box, couple of holes and a toilet seat on top isn’t rocket science. If you want your slave to create a toilet chair, there are many possibilities… I used the. They are getting wetter and wetter from you juices as I use my other hand to play with your wonderful breasts and nipples. I lean forward and run my tongue upward across your wet hole and circle your clit flicking it with my tongue gently then back down to your hole sucking on the fabric to taste you through your soaked panties. They are so wet now, they are almost see through. Staring deep into your eyes I remove them and spread your legs wide over the arms of the chair to take a long look at.