As she sobbed, her head fell onto my shoulders. I held her lightly and murmured vaguely comforting phrases.Kathie Lee kept it up for several minutes, ...awling her way through a litany of her life's woes, from being cheated out of beauty contests to problems with her first husband all the way to being unjustly criticized for that unfortunate sweatshop incident and Frank's infidelity. It was an impressive list.But her mascara was beginning to stain my uniform, so I gently levered her upright again. One was so big it felt like a baseball bat reaming my pussy, and I swear he hit my cervix a couple times because that really hurts. I can’t really describe it but it kind of feels like a painful electric shock. I think I screamed, but he laughed and just kept fucking me. Guys kept slapping my boobs and my tummy and my thighs hard and fucking me really hard and fast. My body built up one last huge, earth-shaking orgasm and I screamed and shook with it. I heard my owner laugh and say see, I told. ‎Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had worked while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world. She noticed how well-manicured his hand was while he fished the key card out and opened the door. She walked right into the bathroom and closed the door. Her hands trembled a bit when she wetted a towel and wiped the remnants of that sticky drink from her leg and her foot. Her shoe was a goner, and she tossed the pair of them into the trash, making a loud, clunky noise. When she stood up in front of the mirror, she adjusted her bra and the breasts they held. She admired herself a moment.