The left the restaurant and Frank opened the door for both of them. As they got in the limo, Derek asked if there was anything else that she wanted t... do that night. When she answered in the negative, he thought for a minute. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you come over to my place? I just moved in and it needs some serious help. I would love it if you would share some ideas on how to make to place not look like a bachelor pad.”She thought for a minute, wondering if he had ulterior. But getting the stockings onto her trussed-up form … HOW to do that!?“Gemma – come over here ,,, as I hold each of her legs out – you roll a stocking onto it – OK!?”So I untied each leg in turn, and, applying hugely excessive pressure with both thumbs to the nerve point near her groin, she had no option but to straighten her released leg, in an attempt to relieve the agony I was inflicting, but for sufficient time for Gemma to quickly thread a stocking over her foot and up.Re-tying each leg as. He got up and pulled me close. He gave a deep lip kiss with the exchange of icecream-mixed saliva in appreciation. My friends followed suit and we ended in french kissing and tongue dancing with a cocktail of the ice cream-coated saliva. By now, we were ready for the next round of sex game.Sir asked me if all of us are ready. We started fondling one another, playing on him also without any reservation or inhibition. We were on the high. They became impatient and were nudging me for. As his gaze lingered on her chest Claire began to laugh. "Wow even Ole Saint Nick is a breast man, huh?" she said. "I'm terribly sorry my dear, I'd best be going now." he said flustered. "Now now, don't be embarrasse. All men have their own little kinks." "I'm not most guys, I'm over 1,000 years old." "What's age have to do with anything? Guys of all ages tell me I have a nice ass, what do you think?" Santa watched as Claire turned around and pulled down her shorts to reveal a breathtakingly.