At least for her. x-x-x-x As Thanksgiving approached, Joe’s stress levels rose. He sat at his desk, staring at a full email inbox. Christmas loomed ...ike a big red and green Jabba the Hutt, demanding tribute of presents, candies, oversized socks and sappy orchestral music. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Christmas, Joe thought. He did. He got a kick out of seeing his nieces and nephews open presents, visiting with family and eating the never-ending supply of turkey, pies and cookies. There were. I flex your legs at the knee several times and pull your lower leg to stretch your sore muscles. Then I continue my journey up your thighs stopping just shy of your damp and glistening womanhood.I shift my body around to face toward your head, shifting backward a little until my ass is lightly resting on yours. I start to massage your head and neck, focusing on your temples and the joint of the jaw just below your earlobes. I take my time moving even slower than before, as I move down and rub. It?s justmaddening? ?You?re just a real live doll, honey, with no morecoordination and self-control than a real toddler,? she mocks as Ibounce, and if I whine and mewl she just sticks a gag in my mouth tosilence me and goes back to her rocker to read as I continue to bounce.And the bouncing makes me piss and shit, and I hate pissing and shittingin my diaper and having to sit in it until Nanny decides to change me!It?s just not fair! I?m an adult!??Watch your language, young lady! ?Piss? and. It was, of course, empty. I closed my bedroom door for perhaps the first time since moving in. Even lying in bed, I gave a nervous giggle at the idea. Did I think a closed door would stop an apparition … a spirit … a ghost? I lay on top of the sheet, still naked, a comfortable buzz in my head from the wine, a warm hum still flowing throughout my body. It wasn’t my imagination, I was flushed. Did I believe I saw that in the hall? Did I think it was real? I didn’t know what to think, but my.
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