“I don’t think that would be a problem. I mean what’s a Christmas party without Santa? And what’s Santa without the misses?”“I’ll have m... secretary call and set it all up with you,” Chris says. “And before I go, my daughter told me the specials are in the back.”“That they are,” the shop owner agrees.“I’d like one of the cream filled eclairs then.”“One Creampie coming right up,” Chance says before disappearing in the back. Within seconds he is back, handing over the pastry and taking the man’s. Time to get up and get ready for school. First thing first and that’s the toilet. As I get up and walk into the attached room which is my bathroom. Always thought it was a good thing when my parents built this house that most of the bedrooms have there own bathroom. Ah now that that’s done. Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. This was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us. But I had received no such command, and I remained as still as I could while the tip of his upthrust cock grazed the roof of my mouth and made contact with the back of my throat. He was fully in my mouth now, his abdomen against my lips, and my still extended tongue was touching his balls. I fought off the gag reflex, trying to take my mind elsewhere, to leave my mouth nothing more than a receptacle, a cavity for his cock to explore at will. But that was no good, it was only by an act of will. I told him my name and hit again the road.We were in silence; but I could see the guy was looking at the cleavage of my summer dress. I realized my nipples had got hard under the cold air conditioning…I finally asked him where he was heading all dressed in leather…Tom laughed, saying his bike gear had crapped out a mile down the road; so he had hidden the bike into some bushes, hoping later to come back there with some kit to repair it.So I asked him if he was getting the next town to get a.