So right in the middle of “Carol of the Bells” I bounced into the kitchen and started making the coco on the stove. I never did like that just add...water shit. After about three cups of coco I started decorating the tree with what little ornaments I had. It was not a large tree so it looked rather good. There were only two things left to put up but they were both for Tasha to hang. Now that the tree was done except for Tasha’s decorations I headed into the room to wrap the little presents that I. It wasn’t Emma she wanted any more. It was her husband. The only thing was that she didn’t like the idea of being spanked by him. It was still another woman she wanted to be disciplined by. Maybe Emma would discipline her again? Or maybe Sonia? Either would do, she told herself. Emma and Sonia held each other closely as they kissed again, conscious of the still naked and red bottomed and sobbing Madge being in the room but facing the wall. It was a turn on for them both to know Madge was there. I answered her repeated question, ‘Do you love me?’ with assurances that I did. I cradled her in my arms as she shook through her orgasm and into tears.And Sunday, we put on our costumes and our masks and paraded around the convention center as our own version of Black Butler and Madam Black.We had the first major snow of the season Sunday night, so, of course, my plan to go out and run Monday morning was ruined. It was cold and icy and I didn’t feel like slipping and injuring myself. Livy and. The. Ass."I let the word sink in, waited for her eyes to drop, an idea springing intomy mind I looked at her, my cock throbbing relentlessly. "No. Sluts like_Amy_ ." I saw her whole body shiver as I spoke, knowing that she knew I wasreducing her to no more than an object, that I was forcing her to see herselfthat way, to speak of herself that way, as an other, someone, somethingoutside herself."Sluts like Amy should get fucked in the ass," she repeated for me, and Inodded, even though she.