So, you think you might be fit to be my newest piece of human furniture hmm? Well you failed miserably at being an adequate footstool with all that wriggling around, lets see if keeping you pinned tight under my ass in these jeans is any better. Comfortable? Just joking, I don't really care. You're trapped right there until I'm done testing out your face as a seat. Smelling and breathing and seeing nothing but my ass. Now, where did I put my mail. An awful lot of letters to catch up on while I'm sitting here...