Climbing the silent winding stairs and past the snoring doors, he opened Sally's and observed her muffled timid form. Used to truly genuine feminine p...lchritude, he shuddered at her plainness. Still he was Santa and a job had to be done. Besides her tits had great potential and the face could be covered if need be.Quickly stripping away her blankets and sheets, he secured her frail hands behind. Capturing her ankles he soon had them on a short rope to her wrists and her back arching in a lovely. ." "Shhh! I'm boss now. Keep quite while I give you a taste of what you have been missing. You have failed to take your opportunity. I'm not coming back again so this is the last sight you will have of me here". I swallowed dryly. She got down from the desk and smoothed her skirt with her hands and then stroked her thighs. "You like short skirts, don't you, Mr Pearce? I know you like to see my legs." Slowly she inched the skirt higher so I could see more of them. "You've seen these before.". . no ... protected ... by Michael in the river. It was a new sensation for her; she was use to and comfortable being the protector, the one in control. It would be awhile before she could make sense of that role being reversed even for a little while.She stretched cautiously, her muscles giving a bit of protest but nothing like they should have.Being shot before she knew that every bone in her body should ache, the trauma of a gunshot wound affects the entire body and it takes days to get. Somehow, the sight of her juice all over Janie's face and the vision of her tied up body with her thighs splayed apart was exciting. Sandy looked at Davy and could distinctly see his big, hard cock thrusting into the air. "Don't stop licking," she ordered as she knelt and grabbed his cock, massaging the hard shaft and squeezing the head. It was slick with his juices, and grasping the shaft, her thumb rubbed over the slippery end as she watched Davy licking Janie's naked cunt. When Janie.