“No, not any more,” Ian admitted. “Commode,” Ian explained. ass porn They watched as he lifted her skirt, the camera panned to the sopping wet dildo still spearing up from the ceramic pan below the chair seat and back to her as she bent over the raised desk top, her shaved cunt glistening in anticipation. Ian smiled, “C is for commode, with the separate backrest.”
“A fucking what!” Mike exploded. “Absolutely,” Ian confirmed, “Hirondell Akamura have sold thousands of these specialist products all over the pacific rim and of course the Chinese have a ‘Forward march,’ copy which has an unfortunate tendency to leak all over the floor, but they can’t sell them here, but no, it’s a typical Japanese office and the Hirondell Akamura 12 and 43 are tried and tested kit.”
“What do they do there?” Karen asked, “In that office as a matter of interest?”
“Porno chat lines, lonely hearts, femdom, bondage, CBT, pissing, all the usual stuff, basically the same as you do here,” Ian explained.
