The cards thentucked themselves into Fiore's hat. This continued to happen, row byrow, until all but the VIP box had been divided into stacks of fift...two. Fiore put her hat back on her head, and then floated her way up tothe second floor.The Fuhrer did not look as he had in the propaganda reels. For one, SHEwas much younger, with greased black hair being the primary indicator asto who she had been. Fiore had plans, though. She pulled out her wand.The hair had to go first. The greasy black. I couldn't figure out why I was whispering, I should be shouting trying to wake up my parents. "Well Jenna, I'm Santa Claus. I know you've been a good girl and that your parents can't afford to give you much this year. I wanted to reward you." His voice was deep, but kind sounding. He reached in his big red bag which looked pretty empty and pulled out an iPad box with a bow on it. "How did you know?" I couldn't believe my eyes. It was exactly what I wanted. "I know all, Jenna. But this gift. There on the teacher’s table was my mother lying on her back with her skirt pulled up and her blouse unbuttoned. Her breasts were heaving up and down and she was moaning as she was fucked by a student. Her legs – which ended in red high heels – were crossed behind his back so she could push him into her even harder. I only saw his back, but he was older than me, maybe a year above me. She had her eyes closed and moved rhythmically as his dick went in and out fucking her hard. Can you believe. Then it grew wanton. "I need two or three of you. We'll have a gangbang. Yes! One cock to stroke, one to suck, and, ooohh! A big one pumping my ass!" I hit pause. I sat looking at the frozen image, myself, mouth open, eyes closed, the rubber cock buried in me all the way to those funny fake balls, and wondered if I wasn't a little bit nutty. I really needed a man in my life. In my bed. Or a gal with a strap on. Mmmm. I guess that was when I realized--had to admit, actually, like an addict.