”“Well then, my sweet Office Whore, let yourself go and let me take care of your needs,” he whispered gruffly in her ear.As he continued the ass...ult on her clit, he slid two fingers into her slick honey and fucked her slowly with them. Her head leaned back, and her eyes closed as her breathing became ragged, “Yes, please, Sir! This feels so damn good!”He added a third finger and sent her right over the edge, “Fuck! Yes! God, yes! I’m gonna fucking cum!”“Cum, baby,” he ordered. “Cum for me, my. Apart from pressure on mybladder, the feeling was something of an anti climax.Even using my imagination, which I am very good at, andpulling the thing in and out of my shitter, I wasunimpressed. I couldn’t get a hard on with the thing inplace and quickly became quite sore. I admit to havinga first class wank after relieving myself of the rubberassault truncheon, but that was with the mental pictureof Jasper fucking my arse as he had with Sally.Over the next few weeks, I tried on several. In the military lifestyle, that was a scenario that was more frequent than rare, and she was constantly aroused by the feel of the pony’s muscles between her legs as she rode him bareback without a saddle. In the Indian world, saddles were a luxury and a nuisance used only by the white people and an added unnecessary weight on their horse’s back at a time when speed was the difference between life and death.She still had her hide-out gun hidden underneath her clothing, but she only had the two. Soon Santa was sitting up in bed with his legs pointed toward the TV. Alicia was lying on top of one leg with her sweet head propped on his foot. Sami was in the same position on the other leg. They were naked with their tiny assholes waiting to help Uncle Santa. Santa reached for the box of peppermint candy canes and slid one up each hungry ass. As the three of them watched a holiday film, Santa would slowly slide a cane deep inside a tiny hole for a minute or two and then put that one.