His arms soon wrapped themselves around her thighs, holding her in position.Santa continued his exploration, licking her sweet pussy again and again t... her delight. Occasionally, he would stop and plant soft kisses upon her upper thighs that quivered from his touch.Santa couldn't help but return to her pussy, using his tongue to spread apart her lips and delve his rough fleshy tongue between. He could feel the soft ridges of her interior walls as his tongue guided it's way through the deep,. Before I had time to react, everything started spinning andthen blackness.I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was very sore all over andquite stiff. I slowly opened my eyes to see myself in the reflection of amirror on the ceiling above me. My head was completely covered inbandages and a sheet was over my chest, I had a collar around my neckwith a chain connected to the bedhead. I looked at myself and saw my bodywas hairless, toe nails were still red as were my manicured finger nailsand. " Nothing time and grits won't cure," Martha said, wrapping linen bandage around my leg and tying it off. She changed the dressing on my forehead and looked at the notch in my nose, squeezing a leaf that dripped juice on it. "Go on and pull up y'britches," she told me, packing up her midwife bag.I stood and did as she suggested. Half of July had slipped by. Banastre Tarleton was out raiding far and wide while Cornwallis sat in Portsmouth, resting I supposed and planning what to do next. Either. His cock twitched at my tongue's touch. my hand wrapped around his girth, my lips parted. His cock entered my mouth. I did the best I could to keep my teeth off of his dick. I was salivating, my first cock. I took him as deep as I could, gagging right away. I couldn't get past my gag reflex. Every story I read was a lie, I couldn't power through it, take it, and breathe through my nose.I choked going back down, I tried to take it all. Coughing, choking, spitting... it was all too much. I.