I enjoyed him doing that and had all I could do to keep from whimpering and moaning as he worked 1, 2, and even 3 fingers into me. Then it was back o... my knees and going down on his cock until he came.Sometimes as we walked into the theater he would hold my hand and this embarrassed me terribly because though I may have appeared to be a girl I knew I was a boy and another boy holding my hand or putting his arm around my shoulders was just total humiliation to me. He also began making out with. ”“And what does that mean, sweetie?”“That you are my queen. That I serve you. And do what I’m told.”“Good boy.”By that time, my dildo was knotted up deep inside him. And we were joined.“Do you remember the first time I fucked you with this dildo, and how much it hurt you, taking the knot?”“Yes.”“It doesn’t anymore, does it.”“Not as much.”“And you like it, don’t you?”“It makes me feel close to you.”“You’ve opened up nicely for me, sweetie. You’re not as tight as you used to be.”“I know.”“Also. If I put that under your tree, your kid would start to wonder ... Or maybe I should," he chuckled, "but I'd miss getting to hear the explanation on Christmas morning." Ah," I said as the light bulb went off over my head. "So you want better video than you've gotten in the past?" Exactly!" he shouted. "That's why I bought two of these systems. We can all make better videos and even edit them. It even comes with microphones so we can have sound." Dang," I muttered. "And all I was going to get you. ’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve. We sold out on those more than a week ago.’ ‘I mean my son decided the family could come tomorrow after all at the last minute, and we have those for the grandchildren every year they visit. Well, might you know where I could—?’ ‘No, I don’t,’ Nancy cut in, anxious to move the line along. ‘We sold out of those last week.’ She had, in fact, seen those a day or two before over at CVS, but there was no reason why she should be sending business over there. There was no reason.