Beth decided the chair in the playroom had to go.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Meghan asked.

“It’s old,” Beth said. “Old as sin. And I don’t like the color. And the leather’s all ... grumpy.”

“Grumpy?”

“Yeah, like an old man who hasn’t had sex in a long time.”

“Right,” said Meghan. “Well, I suppose that’s true, but the least you can do is give it a good send off.”

“What sort of send off?” Beth asked.

Meghan had Beth sit in the old chair. She knelt nearby and took hold of one of Beth’s feet. “Now pretend you’re sitting on the old man’s face,” she told Beth as she squeezed Beth’s big toe. “Imagine what you feel is the old man’s grizzled beard against your bottom.”

“I don’t—” Beth started to say.

“You do!” Meghan insisted, pinching Beth’s toe. “Come on, Beth, fuck that old man’s face. Show him a good time. Show him what you’re made of.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. Grind your cunt into his knobby little nose.”

Beth laughed. “I’m not in the moo—”

“You are. Don’t give up. Grandpa Chair wants a taste of your girl cum.”

“This is so stupid.”

“Fine. Be that way.”

“Aw Meghan, don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m just sorry for poor old Grandpa Chair. Destined for the junk heap without a last bit of lovin’.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll try.” Beth’s hand went between her legs. Meghan held her foot gently, just a little pressure, caresses to match the motions of Beth’s fingers.

It took a while, but eventually Beth got into it. She whimpered. She mewled. She gasped, shuddered, and seized.

Orgasm over, she sighed and slumped back onto the chair.

“I’m so proud of you,” Meghan said. “You done good, kid. Now we can take that decrepit old chair to the dump.”

Beth sighed again. “Maybe we can keep him a little longer.”

Meghan smiled and laughed. “Okay, but this nail picture’s got to go.”