” These all hit me at once. Plus another mind-wipe.My husband continued. “I am also likely to desire your body in the middle of the night, as the ...room did is your story.” I smiled at that, it was a scene that, while stolen, was easy to adapt and was very enjoyable to think about. In my story the bride did not wake up until things were well along. Given my soreness, I knew that was unlikely, and it might be a physical trial for me, but it still seemed like it would be wonderful to be desired so. Tears were rolling down Ann’s cheeks, and she was breathing very heavily, but still no sound. Then it was finished, and Ann let go of her hood. The ring in her clitoris held the skin back, and exposed the black tip.Ann stood up, but she wobbled on her legs. She walked over to Sarah. “Have I been good?” “You did well, slave.”Betty came back from the toilet, and gasped as she saw Ann standing there. “Oh, that looks so sexy!” she said. Ann was crying now, and Mary went to comfort her. “I know how. ..'After waiting her turn she walked up, Santa patted his lap. 'Seriously, Santa?' Dominique asked. 'Why this is how everyone tells me what they want for Christmas. Now little lady, you too.' Santa told her still tapping his leg.right before she sat down a little boy rushed past to sit on Santa's lap. Santa winked and Dominique as she got on one knee to tel him what she wanted. Before she could get anything out Santa told her 'I've still got one knee left for you little lady!' Dominuque. So after a few more flirting messages back and forth, I proceeded to let her know, its not gonna happen. The messages then stopped, and later I went to bed. The next morning, I checked in and see a new message. Its a link to a google map location. It is pin pointed to a public beach I assume is half-way between where she lives and I live. Then a second message saying she will be there from noon to 2 p.m. "Look for the blue umbrella...blue and white folding beach chair."After agonizing back and.