“We’ll get the chairs if you’ll get the table.”Grant was still getting everything set up when Beth and Sabrina led Jane and Janice out to the ...itchen. Grant positioned the table to meet corner to corner with the end of his bed. That way, the women could all have a chair, and Marcel could sit on the bed, but still use the table to support his plate. He passed the five on his way to the kitchen. They all had plates stacked high with food in one hand and an iced drink in another. Jane had a smile. I look down at you and say with a flirtatious smile, “Do your talents ever end?” You return my smile and say seductively, “Baby, I’m just getting started.”You slide up on top of me, not caring that my never-ending moisture down below is getting onto your trousers. You hug my breasts as you kiss the top of each one before giving my lips another one of your sweet kisses. I smell and taste myself on you, and find it oddly arousing. I wrap my legs and arms around you,. I was sitting in a chair with my arms tied behind it with rope and my feet. I was facing a large black fireplace with a roaring lit fire. Its flames were burning red. I saw a beautiful dark haired naked woman walk out of the shadowsand climbed on top of the large steel table my chair was on and she stared into my eyes."Who are you?" I demanded. "Why are you doing this?" My confident faltered slightly when I glanced down at her huge breasts and felt a wetness arousing in my groin. "Sssh," the. The only reason Santa flies around in the sleigh is because Mrs. Claus needs sleep after working the entire year for this one night. She makes him do it and he probably whines the whole time.” I counter. Then in my best mock whining voice I continue “It’s coooold, it’s snowinggg, where’s the hot chocolate, my coat is too tight, I need a naaap! Seriously? The reindeer do all the real work.” “Maybe, but when’s the last time you had 200 kids sit on your lap and tell you they want an iPad?” “Oh.