" Oh! I wanted to talk to you 'bout 'Nita. She does complain about that chest of hers. I was thinking of miniaturising anti gravity equipment to hold ...up breast weight."TJ slowly pocketed his 'broidery, in the face of a here and now solvable problem; he turned to Orville"Orville, what size power source is needed to lift, say two kilogrammes indefinitely?" Oh, two long life power cells, rechargeable, replaceable, in a converter; hhmm, fifty mil by twenty by twenty, weigh ... aahh, twenty five. I told her what I felt and she became embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but couldn't resist a quick sniff first. Musty, stinky. By 10pm we were both slighty intoxicated and so ready to play. First I massaged her buttocks and gave her some more dirty talk about what was coming. She rolled over and I started licking her clit while fingering. I run to the chair and sit down quickly, assuming the intended pose. Making sure my bottom sticks out over the end of the chair and that the skirt hardly covers it, I take a deep breath, slightly turn my head and – CLICK.Fuck! I thought I had plenty of time to smile, but I was dead wrong. I give it another try, repeating all the steps once again. This time I get it right. The shot looks good, fits the commission alright yet, far from feeling content, the result piques my curiosity. So the. She sat on the chair. “No, no sub” he says pulling her to her feet. He turns around so she’s facing the chair. “Bend over” he mutters stroking her hair. She does as she’s told. “now arms on the arms of the chair” again she obeys. Quick as a flash he ties her wrists to the chair, pulls her legs apart and ties her ankles to the legs of the chair. “mmm my good girl” he says with a delicious purr. He rips her blouse open, caresses her breasts and lifts up her mini skirt before grabbing hold of the.