>You wont find yourself on her couch, having fully been broken into accepting that you were now this cat lady's new toy.

>You wont hear the loud echo of the clicking of her heels against the hard floor.

>You won't hear the the haunting 'click clacks' get louder and louder.

>You won't see Felicia appear in the door way, making her way in.

>You won't look around in horror attempting to find a way down from your position.

>She wont move over, not realizing you are there.

>She wont turn around right in front of you, leaving you to stare up at her beautifully round, black, skin tight, spandex covered ass, leaving room for you to see her camel toe from there.

>You wont attempt to run as you see her legs bend, indicating she will drop her weight on you, taking a seat onto her couch.

>You wont get stuck under the powerful force of her right cheek, crushing you against the fabric of the couch.

>You wont start to call for help.

>You won't realize that she soon noticed what she had sat on when you start to feel the vibration of her purring all around you.

>She wont casually tease you, asking how things are under there.

>She wont bounce up and down, with you under her, adding more discomfort

>She wont raise both her legs, as to put more pressure on her behind.

>You wont continue to struggle against her all mighty power effortlessly.

>She won't finish her show, casually disregarding you under there.

>She wont give a light giggle as she comments how you two aren't done yet.

>She wont re-position yourself so that you are now between both her cheeks.

>She wont clench her cheeks together, holding you in place in between the crack, covered by her spandex.

>She wont start to walk up to her room.

>You wont feel each cheek on either side of you that you are firmly stuck between move up and down with each step she gives.