' I knew from last night that Carol came faster than I did and with less clit manipulation. I was still surprised at how fast her orgasm came in the s...ower. I guess it was the image of me between her legs sucking cum from her pussy that pushed Carol over the edge. I didn't need her yelp of, 'Oh, shit! I'm coming', to know she was. Her body convulsing against mine while her pussy clamped hard on my fingers told me she was having a hard orgasm. More and more of her weight rested in my hand that. She looked at the brochures again. There was no way she wanted to do something Victorian. She'd heard too many stories about Victorian times. But doing something at the start of the Industrial Revolution, say Colonial America, or its equivalent elsewhere ... She wondered how much was known about Spain's colonies. They had existed, so why not study them? She didn't mean the peasants, either, but the ones in the middle, below the upper nobility who had servants, and above the ones who had to. Every bit of will power he possessed, and a little bit of magic. Yes, magic. For, unlike most mall Santa's, this guy was the real deal. Chris Kringle himself.He'd come to this town on a mission and it seemed he had found his target. The girl had told him what she wanted for Christmas, her very voice turning him on. Then, when she got up, he used a little magic to freeze time.He stood and lifted her shirt, exposing her braless tits. They were perfect, firm and just the right size for his hands.. After about an hour later, I look into your eyes and ask if you're ready. You think for a second, then look down and nod. I rise, walk around you, so that I'm standing behind you. I ask you to hold your hair to the side, and you comply. I look down at you pretty, slim neck, and place a black, leather collar with a ring in front of it around your neck. There is a steel tag hanging in the ring. It reads: "Daddy's little Cumslut". You let your hair down again, and look up at me, and I can see the.