Everybody knew it was the Christmas party. I guess we had Seasonal decorations and a Seasonal tree in the corner of the office. We exchanged Seasonal ...ifts, I guess.Our boss and the senior architect that made Mile High Design work, Gaby Entroge, was dressed up as Santa. She gave a new meaning to Santa as a 'jolly old elf.' Ms. Entroge was not the Coca-Cola Santa, not the rotund, hundred pound overweight guy with a beard; no indeed. She was a slight, small woman, but she made for a jolly Santa.. Sighing deeply, I used my other hand to caress my breasts. They hung, big and heavy, in the scented water. Slowly, I pushed two fingers inside myself, trembling at this new fullness. Masturbating in the bath was nothing new. In my teens, I had used bathtime as a way to sneak illicit touches, fantasising about some older pop star or film icon. Now, at forty, the men who occupied my private moments in the bathtub were far younger. Moving my fingers inside of myself, I ran through the list of. Emma enters her house. Of course mom would have to be right there, she thinks. Her mother looks up seeing the mess of cum coating Emma's face and soaked through her t-shirt and the collar around her throat. WHAT THE FUCK EMMA. Her mother screams. Emma glares at her abusive mother, anger rising and new courage now found. Her mother continues, noticing the glare in Emma's eyes that she has never seen before. How dare you come into this house looking like a used whore. Whose cum is that all over. Nonetheless, they agreed to give Abyss, a club the Carinis had already been to, a try.Located in Quincy, Abyss was situated in a deconsecrated church close to downtown. A private club, it was open to the public on Thursday night; Friday and Saturday were for members. Limited to couples, it drew a mixture of voyeurs, exhibitionists, some serious BDSM people and more than a few poseurs. Leather was the preferred attire while some wore lingerie and most exhibited some degree of nudity. There was.