"I'm terribly sorry my dear, I'd best be going now." he said flustered. "Now now, don't be embarrasse. All men have their own little kinks." "I'm not ...ost guys, I'm over 1,000 years old." "What's age have to do with anything? Guys of all ages tell me I have a nice ass, what do you think?" Santa watched as Claire turned around and pulled down her shorts to reveal a breathtakingly tight heart shaped ass. The sight of the teen bounding around caused a long dormant thing to happen, a yule log. Kait's clever, though, and seems to be traversing the minefield of teenage hormonal rage with dexterity. She has shown an attraction to fleet forwards lately, especially a boy, also in my program, named Cody Fletcher. A good kid, but I'm keeping a close eye on him.Next is Timothy, who just turned eleven. Timmy is a lot like his Uncle Michael. He's hard to motivate in school, but he has exceptional mechanical aptitude. He doesn't have much interest in team sports, other than a bit of an. Up I went again. All the nurses but Millie had hold of me while, Mother Millie cleaned me up with her oh so gentle touch."That's taken care of. Into your nightie you go!" and she slipped it over me.They placed me on the gurney while my pit crew stripped and re-made my bed. I was marveling at the teamwork, but I didn't get to marvel long, for in moments I was floating back into my bed. Sally snatched a comforter (I was kind of shocked, never seen a comforter in a hospital) and snuggled it around. My sensibility overpowered by my carnal needs. While I’m lost in my own emotions and thoughts, he has walked a small distance away and is now returning with something in his hand. He lifts my head gently, rubbing his thumb over my chin. “Good girl” he praises me, kissing my lips passionately. I moan softly and look at him, finding the smile on his face oddly comforting. I feel like I’ve done well. He holds a collar out to me, showing me it. It is black with a silver sheen to it, just like my.