I told “yes mistress I am your slave Julie”. Then she asked me to bark like a dog and I did. Then she said it was getting boring and we have to ma...e it spicy. She then removed her thighs and top. Oh my god she was wearing red bra and underwear that looks amazing. She was pretty hot in the costume.She then asked me to lick her feet. I went near her and started licking her feet. She started saying “oh my dear Julie, do u know how good you lick my feet? I don’t know how many times I had orgasms. "Damn !" as she slid the thick dildo out of her dripping pussy. Almost to the point of no return, she decided to answer the door anyway. As she opens the door she sees this well built man with his short jogging suit on, looking at her. "Hi ! he says, I'm here to work on the problem you are having with your PC". She could see his eyes giving her the twice over, from her wet tee shirt to her short, hiked up pants, with her pussy juices just starting to roll down her thigh. " Oh! that problem. A cool glob of lube hits my pussy, then another. Then he puts the bottleup to my hole, and literally squirts some of it into me, making me jumpfrom the cool sensation. I don't go far of course, as he still has a holdof me.Then i feel the tip of a rather large buttplug begin to enter me slowly.Roland twists it in a circling motion a few times, and applies morepressure. Its much bigger than the last, but finally start to slide intome. It goes deeper than even his fingers before it, and soon is. They did not fall back on that until 15 minutes past the hour, just in case the actor showed up. For 15 minutes Marty would have to entertain the crowd, it was in his contract. He knew it, but in the 10 years or so that he was doing this, a Santa never failed to show up. He would also be paid more than was in his contract. ‘Yes sir,’ Blair repeated. ‘We always go over the contingencies with our employees.’ Indeed she had in her first meeting with Marty, but that was two weeks ago when he met.