"Conrad, if you want to breathe you're going to have to do exactly what I say. I'm going to get up again, but I'm going to sit right back down unless you start masturbating and saying 'I love Debby's ass.'" She told him.
She lifted off of his face, and he just lay there gasping again. It was a struggle just to breathe for him. Unhappy that he wasn't obeying her, she sat back down on him. Conrad was paralyzed with fear. This fat bitch was crazy! She was going to asphyxiate him if she didn't let up. He reached down and began to feebly stroke his erection, and immediately she climbed off of him."
"I bet you want me to sit on your worthless face. Don't you? Beg me. Beg me to sit on your face."
"Please Debby, please sit on my face." He plead to her.
She couldn't believe how into this he was getting. It seemed that the more she abused him the more he liked it. She stepped away from him, and turned around. Looking down at him she had to laugh. There he was, kneeling in a suit with an erection bulging in his pants. She giggled a little at the sight of him, and his face flushed red."
Conrad's Secret.
"Conrad was astonished at the sight of the facesitting images that were coming out of his printer. He had a sinking feeling as he realized how much trouble he was in.
"I noticed some unusual activity, and look what I found." Said with a nasty smile. She had set up the images to print to his machine's printer for dramatic effect.
"Please Debby, don't tell anyone about this." He quickly started to plead with her."
Conrad's Secret.
/ Facesitting blog / Week 25 of 2007
