She didn't need more, but he did, so he shot them both up a trip to cocaine-heaven and after feeling the sensation gripping him, he forced her out of ...he car and stripped her down. Bending halfway, her head resting against the driver seat, standing with her knees on the seat with her ass out though the open door, he slipped out of his clothes and came to her. She could feel his presence behind her, a strong hand closed around her neck, forcing her down with her chest into the seat as something. "She laid her hand on top of his and said, "Your kidding me, the girls should be falling all over you."She saw him gulp after the skin to skin contact and he said, "Well I get a little nervous around girls and some of the ones I am interested in aren't really interested in me."She smiled and said, "Here stand up for me."He stood up from the table and she stood in front of him. She reached out and took his hands and placed them around her in the small of her back.She said, "Now pull me close."He. "Now, if you don't mind, we need some Tosca. Camilla, if you would? The Act I duet, please. From the Sacristan's exit."She walked up on stage, gave me a brief smile, but then immediately looked away. I knew what was up; she was settling into her character before we started. I slid a bit to one side; Scarpia's hiding at that moment, Tosca doesn't know he's there. The pianist waited for her nod, she gave it to him, and she started to sing in that lovely, flowing voice.And I made my "entrance,". They must have been pleased because there was a three inch long bulge in each of those tights. We went inside and toured the most massive toy factory that I had ever seen. Every type of toy that I had ever imagined was in that workshop. Santa’s office was just as impressive. It was huge with pictures of toys from generations past. Most impressive, though, was the house. It was a mix of Victorian and French country with an old world frontier feel thrown in for good measure. It was the most.