I didn't blame her for assuming that caution was advisable. Timothy, as yet unjaded by the world, had no such reserves. He just wanted to see who was ...here.His reaction was most interesting."What are you doing here?" he asked, looking puzzled. The mere fact that Santa was standing on his doorstep didn't seem to be odd."It's Christmas Eve," I said, and smiled. My beard was made so that you could see my lips and teeth. Smiles on Santa's face often terrify a small child, but a looming mug that is. You feel my lips pick up what is left of the ice cube as I suck in the water that has pooled there, running my tongue around the edges. My had is back on your inner thigh and you feel it applying pressure, urging you to spread your legs further apart. With only a moment’s hesitation, you do, letting out a small sigh as you resolve to let this happen… The icy licks up the inside of your thighs are almost too old until you feel my hands there, teasing you at first, then letting them rest there. He let the rope descend until it was level with cynful's sleeved arms. He then picked up two ankle cuffs with foot long chains on each with the final link that had one long side that could be opened and closed by unscrewing a sleeve. He went up to cynful and knelt down and attached each cuff to one of her ankles.When Max had the cuffs buckled on, he then took cynful's left foot and pulled it up by the chain, leaving cynful trying to keep her balance on one foot. He pulled the foot up and. This continued for another few days. Then I was not able to control my urge to fuck her.I communicated the same to her. She was pleased to hear that as she felt the same. She used to take her son to the tuition. She used to be there for a couple of hours until the tuition was over as it was far from her place.We decided to catch up near the tuition classes and find some way. The issue was that there were no hotels nearby and we could not find any accommodation to pacify our desire.Also, she had.