By the time I finish, you fucking filthy cunt, you will be begging me to let you please me.You hear the truck start up and pull out of the parking are.... The Hitachi is buzzing on your clit just enough to keep you aroused but not letting you cum. I watch you in the mirror as I drive the two hour drive home. You are moaning, squirming and hunching on the vibrator trying to make your self cum for some relief.As your moans get louder I tell you to shut the fuck up you worthless fucking slut whore. She began to stand up, but Mrs. Claus grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the seat. She tugged at her binds and began to cry. Santa began to laugh his famous laugh and Liz’s turned from horror to pleading. ?There, there, dear? Mrs. Claus stroked Liz’s hair as she panicked. ?Every year the soul of the naughtiest one is given to Santa and I so that we may continue to live. It’s just unfortunate or you that the ritual involves eating you alive.? Mrs. Claus spoke calmly.Liz. Any size, as long as it’s hard, clean and very well trimmed or shaved. My motto is “blow and go.” I pick out random strangers and find a way and a place to do what I do best. I never schedule dates or make arranged meetings. That would seem too much like cheating on Nick. The strange, random guys and their cocks are no more than sex toys to me. I have zero emotional attachment with them. Better than my toy drawer at home though, these are real, hot, pulsating cocks that are ready to fire cum. "What does?" My self-respect is injured. How could you possibly like a guy like me when I can't even take my pants off without falling?"She laughed and said, "I like you already." You do?" Yes." I could use a kiss." I pointed at my lips.She gave me a kiss, but I wouldn't settle for a soft peck. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a solid kiss. When I let her go, she exhaled a sensual gasp."You are delicious," I said.She blushed."No more dancing, okay?" I said, rising."Okay," she.