Sometimes I prefer to sit cross legged, like here, where I sit for three full minutes on the slave while I relax and read a book. 100% of My weight is on him and like a good piece of furniture, the slave is perfectly still and never complains. But why would furniture complain if I sit on it? That's what it's for. It's what it craves. It's what it lives for. It's funny to see how deep inside My Perfect Ass its head goes. Such a good example for other face seats everywhere!