Uncle Pete felt that a stern letter from Santa Claus might solve their problem, especially with the upcoming Christmas season upon us. I wrote the ‘...anta is watching you’ letter for him and Uncle Pete left happy, a short while later. I must admit, that I laughed about this for many days afterward.A month later, Uncle Pete once again arrived at the gallery. He was constructing a wooden tractor for another grandchild and asked me to Google a famous make of tractor. He wanted me to print a picture. I took my next shot and the game went on. The cue between my legs happened about 5 times over the next two games and each time I worked it even harder. That set of games ended and a few of us duct outside for a quick pot smoke, the night was cool and my nipples became very hard which was quite obvious from pressing against my tee when we came back inside. The bartender noticing all the early action from before had moved us 4 couples into the back pool room. We started up another game, this time. I was lightheaded and walking was difficult, but I stood there until Daddy joined me. "You've given Daddy a hard-on, so I am going to punish you at lunchtime, slave. Stand here for fifteen minutes and then take out the plug. Put it back in the way I showed you and stand here for fifteen minutes before I come back at noon to punish your slutty ass. Understood?" "Yes, Master," I answered. The plug was becoming uncomfortable, but I did as Master told me, grateful for my assignment. That ritual. No sooner have i said that he inserts one finger into my soaking wet hole then a second, finger fucking me fast whilst still licking like crazy, I continue to moan and groani “OMG I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum OMG” he continues as I begin to arch my back,puling at my restraints but they stay firm as i squeal out loud “I’m cummmmminggggg” and shudder and shake cuming so hard squirting all over his fingers, lapping it up with his tongue as I pant like crazy! He lets me recover for a bit then leans.