Two Weeks - 3 The Fun Really Begins
He wandered behind the chair out of the fox's sight, and scribbled down notes. the todd sat there in the padded medical chair and panted, his eyes closed for the time being.
If You Grope a Cat's Butt - Commission for Papapatooie
There were two heavy black massage chairs for public use. "why don't we sit on one of them chairs and wait for things to die down a little?" "can't we just keep walking?" "and force me to watch all that cake wobble in my face?
All In The Family: Daughter's Consolation
Fd tilted his head slightly and she dropped down in the chair with a grumble as he didn't seem the least bit moved to anger.
KS: Bukkake
A reclining chair was attached at the centre - no beds or draws, just a plain chair and nothing else. except perhaps the chair wasn't plain...
Birthday Boy
He leaned down to see why that had stopped only to see zoey incline the sofa chair. "hey! whoa!"
The Old Ball and Chain 3
Frederick's arms were behind him, strapped together at the wrist and attached to the back of the chair in which he sat. his ankles were similarly tied to the chair legs, preventing him from moving.
Good Karma
"beg for it on the chair and i will let you go." for extra incentive he twisted my arm a little more. "master... please...f...fuck me on that chair." i stammered and blushed. my arm really hurt, i had to.
Worm Thing 1
He knocked the chair over as he left, leaving the pair on their own. ... adrian waited twenty minutes in the chair. his penis began to dip down and with it, he found himself beginning to relax.
A Well Trained Servant
A soft chuckle escaping his lips, pebble pulled himself out of his chair. he grabbed hold of the rat by his lifted tail, turning him around and pointing him towards one of the other chairs.
Southern Comfort
To pick up a chair himself.
Return to Normal
He stood up from his chair and stepped forward to the railing separating the raised command platform from the stations below, looking down. -report!- one of the radar officers, a lieutenant, turned his chair to address the admiral.
Bitchseat [Sketch]
_creak-creak-creak_ went his chair, loud enough that ian had to lean to the side to make sure she had shut the door. _“…_fucking goddamn… faggot _bitch,_ ian…” “huh?