It was going to take some kinky shit to make this night memorable. After what Karen and I had done I had high hopes that my second time would be even ...etter. Finally 3 o'clock came. Instead of heading home, like I do every other day, I drove ten miles to the next town over. In that town was a special shop called Venus's Workshop. It was a store that sold sexually provocative materials. It was a store for people eighteen or over. I hoped that I would look age appropriate. I had never been to a. Besides, where do you think she has gone with Tara?”“What does she do with Tara?”Shutters came down over Rosie’s face. “Never mind, it’s private, and I don’t know most of it. Miss M is difficult to understand sometimes. But we can have fun. You want to piss on me?” Again the giggle.“I want to hurt you,” smiled Rachel.“That’s because you think you may not like me.” A sly, shrewd look replaced Rosie’s habitual demeanour. “Can I hurt you back?”God help me if I’m not attracted to the idea, thought. Bracing for it. Your pussy is dripping now and it's not urine. He places the vibrator right next to your lips, you start to squirm in excitement now. 'No! I must not! Stop!' The vibrator touches your lips as he slides it along them slowly, and to the flesh over your clit. Oh my God!. Another squirt. You clench again, determined not to wet yourself. He inserts the tip between your lips and slowly slides it into you. Your body starts to shake as you feel yourself slipping, but oh, how wonderful. When he finds it, he strokes it a few times from the outside of his red pants. Kyle says, “I dunno, Santa, you tell me.” Then he says, “I think you now know what I want for Christmas.” Santa gives out a hearty laugh and says, “Oh young boy, I think I do. And if that’s what you want, you don’t need to wait until December 25,” now about three weeks away. The mall Santa Claus whispers in Kyle’s ear that if he was serious, the mall closes at 11pm and he should be back here then and that he’ll need.