Mr Smith put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed. I didn't know what to do. He reached down and slid his hand under my shirt. He rubbed my chest, the...n leaned down and rubbed my stomach. Whispering he said, why don't we take this off. I started feeling funny as he unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling it off he said, let's sit by the television. I don't know why, but I followed him. He sat in the chair and pulled me in front of him. Looking up he asked, did you have fun yesterday. Nodding my head I. He held his hand out and I gave them to him mmm thats the one he groaned, holding them right over his nose. He stood up and I noticed his trousers were open, dick poking out. He got behind me and pulled the chair back, scraping it noisely over the hard floor, pulled me, suddenly, up off my seat and turned me over on to the floor with all the ferocity of a former murdering rapist whod not fucked in more than two decades, yet still making sure I didnt hit the floor too hard. The guard shut the. Oh, fuck. You look beautiful fucking yourself. Oh, fuck. NOW!”As soon as I saw the first blast come out of the end, I came. It took me all that I had to keep my eyes open. Every time a stream of white gold came out of his cock, I had gut-wrenching contractions. I’ve never felt an orgasm like this one. Completely different feelings. It sapped all my strength. After what felt like an hour, I was able to lift my head enough to view the canvas.I was covered in either spots or streaks of cum. I made. Bootsy could move out of the chair, but he knew that he could not escape. He had learned it the hard way when he had the chance after the first six months. That time she had removed the boots and he leaped out of the chair. His feet hit the floor and all he could feel was incredible pain. He tried to stand flat footed but the surgically shortened tendons and the months of continuous walking on stiletto heels caused him to collapse on the floor. He never attempted it again.Darla opened the box.