Some people dress up, others are in jeans and their old hoodie, we have a great meal and then avail ourselves of our gracious hostess' hospitality and...open bar. We eat, we drink, we smoke, we dance, and we are very very merry.To begin, I must provide a little history. This year was my second Christmas Party with this company, when I attended last year's party, I had only been employed there for about a month, still very new and didn't know many people. Apart from coffee break, this was the. Can’t trust nobody up in this bitch, you know what I’m sayin’?” She nodded her head, stifling her sobs. “That mothafucka’s no good for ya. Get rid of his little bitch ass.”“I should,” said Makayla. “In fact, I will. I’ll just wait here for him to get back and I’ll tell him he and I are DONE.”“Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” said Mike, grinning. “And I can handle him if he wants to start some shit up.”Makayla looked up at him, smiling through her tears. Then suddenly, he moved in. Standing before you, you witness a bizarre feminine figure, with an inhuman nature about them that peeks your curiosity. The wild and natural beauty of they carried stood out to you, as they wore little to no clothing. All that they wore was some thigh length boots and socks. Besides that, the only think on her body was a loin cloth that was dramatically hanging to low, hiding nothing. The strings of the loin cloth wrap around her torso, paired with nipple piercings connected by the same string. As they left, I saw he had his hand on her ass and was rubbing it. She leaned against him. I started to follow, but Kait wagged a finger. "No, sweetie, you stay here for a few minutes."I didn't wait all that long. I gave them about 20 minutes, which felt more like an hour, and then wandered around the first floor and, not finding them, went upstairs to what I assumed were the bedrooms. They were pretty easy to find. I heard whispers, soft sounds, and then a moan, followed by a distinct "Oh!".