The explanation seemed plausible enough… plenty of room at the from for a wide lap to work from and narrowing at the back in an almost ‘Y’ shape...to allow the threads to be worked and to spill from both sides. They had brought the old rocker home and even he was amazed at the fact that the only attention it needed was just a good lemon oil polish and some rubbing. He figured the legs would need to be tightened and glued, but when he sat down in it and then wiggled, he found it absolutely solid.. "Pull her head back,and pour the water down her throat. Make her drink it all, bothbuckets." The soldiers had seen the water torture before, and theyforced their victim to swallow until her stomach was more than full,and her belly was swollen as if in pregnancy. When they stoppedpouring, the victim spewed her stomach contents and hung there,coughing and gagging. The lady nodded, and the soldiers repeatedthe torture twice more. "This can go on all afternoon. Tell me whatI want to know.". Silk naturally lifted her legs over his. Michael reached his hand behind her and pulled her thong to the side. Lifting her higher he entered her, and then dropped her fully onto his lap. Silk threw her head back and moaned. When Michael started opening his jeans, Silk knew what he wanted and she was only too happy to give in. As he pulled her onto his lap she briefly thought about her thong, but then he pulled it out of the way and entered her anyway. Silk couldnt think as he let go and impaled. She was moaning and breathing heavily, but started to help me take off her panties. Now all she was wearing were black stilettos. Starting at her ankle, I traced my tongue slowly up leg, trying not to touch her body in any other way. I wanted her to focus on just my tongue and the anticipation of where I was headed. She was moaning my name, "Oh Alys, Alys, Alys…" by the time I got near her glistening, waxed pussy. Instead of putting my mouth on her though, I moved back down her legs. I.