Sam looked up, apology swimming in his eyes. Now you have to be punished, she mused, walking back in front of him, looking up and down his naked body....Hair lightly covered his chest, trailing down to the base of his cock. She tsked to herself and shook her head slowly. Sam looked up at her, his expressions blank. Yes, Mistress he said just loud enough, his willingness to cooperate obvious to his Mistress. She nodded and made him stand up, watching in approval as he behaved. She grabbed a pair. Sam had asked them to research all the records. They needed all the evidence they could get when all this went south. Drivas was still a little confused by that term even after Sam had explained what it had meant.Drivas shrugged, deciding that Sam hadn't been wrong yet, so there wasn't really any reason to doubt him now. Though, what good would it do in the long run? The council was after all the ultimate law body.Suddenly, Drivas's eyes opened wide, Sam was going after the council? Here she. A new light beamed over the heads of the audience to shine on a new object just to the side of the torture chair, revealing what appeared to be a large saw horse.?Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Spanish Horse; a common tool for carpentry modified to extract confessions from accused witches. You will notice that it looks very much like a saw horse, or perhaps a police barricade, except that it has a triangular peak across the top, with a series of notches cut into the edge. It was very. He roughly pushed her head down forcing her to swallow more..And more…And more..Till she choked and the saliva dripped from her mouth down her neck on to her tanned breasts…Large and stiff with nipples sticking out..Her head bounced back up and down on his shaft and her cum covered breasts pressed against his legs..Finally he let out a moan…”Uhhh..Yeah …Swallow it..Suck it out”..And his penis started ejecting gushes of sperm down her throat….She looked at him dutifully and drank it.