’ His words poured from his perfect lips like a dream. How was I supposed to respond to that? I’d never sexually been in a position of control. Us...ally I would just let sex happen to me instead taking what I wanted from it. Mr. Santa stood in front of me andunhurriedly stripped himself of his clothing. His more than stellar form cast beautiful shadows on the gray walls. I marveled at his chiseled physique while my heart pounded anxiously in my chest. He reached over to retrieve a silver box. Trapped on her elbows and knees, she had no choice but to comply.Tears welling up in her eyes, my puppy-bitch wife voluntarily walked on all fours out into the sunlight, her leash dragging behind her, between her legs. Watching her tail gently bob back and forth in the air, I could hear typical neighbourhood sounds, the guy next door was mowing his lawn, the lady behind was yelling at her husband. "Turn around" I said to my dog. She obeyed. "Sit up". She sat back on her haunches. "Speak!" I. He then slowly dragged his hand back through my legs until it rested on my ass, where he massaged each cheek. Then I had my first orgasm. My legs felt weak and I made a loud guttural noise as I came in his fingers. After my orgasm subsided, he pulled down my tight skirt until I was standing there just with the blindfold, thong and my stilettos. My cunt was on fire and I wanted to be touched, played with and most of all wanted to feel him inside me.He took me and led me a few steps and then. When she opened the door, she looked even more amazing than the last time I saw her. She had on a tight little dress that stopped just below her perfect little ass and pushed her tits up almost to the point where I could see her nipples. She was happy to see me. I could tell from the look she was giving me. I could feel her undressing me with her eyes. She invited me in and I sat on the sofa as she walked into the kitchen. She returned with two glasses and a bottle of Moscato, remembering that.