What a privilege My furniture slave feels to exist beneath My Brown Dress, its lines making impressions on the furniture's face for it to admire after I go to bed. It's easy to understand why the furniture has chosen this way of life, merely a cushion for other's comfort. That is, it's easy when you get a good look at My Perfect Ass, no? If that's not enough, the furniture gets the unparalleled gift of receiving some Farts straight from My Asshole into its nose and mouth. I sit fullweight and let rip so not an ounce of Fart is in the air. These happened organically, so it's a few in the lat... Show more