I felt his middle finger creep down to my asshole. He started to rub it in small circles, I held onto his shoulder and pushed onto him so I straddled ...im. He brought both hands to my ass and I reached back to take his cock into my hands. I pushed myself back and pressed his cock into the crack of my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and I ground my hips. He reached over and took a bottle of lotion and squirted some in hand and then slid it down his cock.I grabbed my knees and pulled them toward my. She did have a beauty about her. The soft skin of her body, smooth legs and shapely figure. She looked like she could have any man she wanted and yet in some strange, maybe twisted dimensional way, she was looking upon me as a target of her sexual desires, I guessed."Good, while you are here. You will be known as Adam and nothing more," she instructed me, as I nodded in acceptance of her words. "I can see that this situation has left you aroused, looking upon me as you stand naked before your. "How do you know I'm not?"She paid no attention to his question. "Piss on me, honey," she begged. "Please piss on me."Pete felt his scalp tightening. This woman, more and more, was sounding and acting as if she were not merely quirky but a mental case of some kind. He wondered if she really was or if he was letting his imagination get out of hand."Why," he asked, "do you want me to piss on you?" I want to be degraded," she confessed."But I don't want to do that. That's no thrill for a man. I. Then the curtain opened wide again with all of the children now together on the stage. Ken Clifford and Andy Cartwright were in the center and the girl was still holding the infant in her arms. They all sang, We Wish You A Merry Christmas and then The Twelve Days of Christmas. Their singing was utterly magnificent.After taking their bows, Andy carefully handed the infant to his mother and returned to stand beside Ken who was now obviously the spokesman. He asked that the houselights be raised.