He sat entranced throughout the program, day dreaming about adventures in that magical world with the pale little girl. It was very soon after that he...decided that he needed to dig his hole. Now Timothy was a practical boy. He had already begun to suspect that Santa had a very close relationship to his Uncle Frank. He knew that the Ninja Turtles in his favorite movie weren’t real. He had seen the footage of the guy getting the suit put on. Still, he had a vivid imagination and the bounds. “It is easy to say ‘let me love thee’ oh Pan of the wilds, but what will you give me if I were to let you pleasure me this day?” Her heart raced in her chest, for she knew that if he really wanted to he could beguile her with a spell, and she would be his and never see the world of man again, nor wish too. “Blessed are thy feet child that have brought thee in these ways, for truly do I wish to ravish thee and to drink deeply of thy young beautiful body.” Pan stopped then and his hooves pawed at. Sixty-five minutes ago. How could there be so many people looking at it so quickly?”“It’s called ‘going viral,’ dummy,” Brian retaliated.“Apparently, somebody was there videotaping the whole competition; so, it’s a really good video, not a cellphone. And they obviously broke it into the two dance numbers and sent it to YouTube, where it has exploded.”Claire interrupted, “Did they get the kiss, Brian?”“Oh yeah, both of them. That one after the ‘Six-Pack’ was really hot, is the wedding gonna be. I'd read somewhere to give him a minute to get used to being filled, just like he'd done last year once he'd filled my ass with his much bigger cock.I announced, "All in." Okay," he nodded, and to my surprise, he began slowly fucking himself.I slapped his ass smartly, grabbed his hips and scolded him. "That's my job, you little slut."Calling him a 'slut' was surreal, as was his subservient response, "Sorry, ma'am." He was not one for apologizing of course, and neither was I. But special.