He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the frame. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few times and I felt my guts would spill out either through my asshole or through the hole my ripped balls would leave soon. Indian sex “Good ass!” Greg said and smirked. He played with my hole several times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my nostrils with his thumbs, then, when I tried to breathe through the mouth, instead of air, my lungs pulled his cock down my throat. When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. I complied. He knelt down and tied the other end of the second belt around the only leg of the office chair. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to give it weight. “Crawl!” he ordered again and, when I did so, the chair followed behind me. It was not easy. Wanting to please him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped plug between his teeth.
