She cursed him, swearing at him, (not her usual way of communicating being a homely housewife but she was not usually in this terrible pain) between s...reams she cursed his mother for ever bearing him, and the shark for his part of the sorry mess, and even her one true love, her husband Rob came in for a few curses for the financial ruin, it relieved a tiny fraction of the pain, and caused the little man much sadistic excitement and entertainment! He stood back enjoying every scream every curse. .. it's no biggie," he says and shrugs. I laugh and pat him on the back as I walk around to the drivers side. I slide in and once they join me, I drive out of the parking lot towards their apartment. "So...?" she prompts and looks at me expectantly. "It's Damien..." I murmur and she gasps. "Damien, Damien? As in super sexy boss-man, Damien?!" "Hey..." Shane says from the back and Lara grabs his knee. "Sorry, baby. But Jane! Damien?!" "Oh, my God. Yes, that Damien..." I sigh. "This is why I. As part of the preperation for the gangbang they had a side project going on in the workshop. Alongside toy trains and dolls the elves had been making a mechanical fucking machine. The cock itself was smooth wood and 6 inches long (huge compared to an elfs cock) and it was mounted onto an electric pump which would thrust it forward and back in and out of mrs claus at any 1 of 6 speeds. Through blurry cum coated eyes mrs claus saw the elves lining up a device and also felt them tying her down. “You know about it, right?” Bobbi tried to sound unfazed, a penis being the subject.Geoffrey fidgeted. “Who doesn’t?”“We thought maybe the boys didn’t,” Bobbi admitted.“Like we’re blind? Maybe the 6 down here inside the o?” as if art were the issue.“We’re fried if they find out,” she backed off.“The curly-cues just came out that way, we say,”“Maybe down in this corner,” bending over to let him see down her sweater, but he didn’t.When she resurrected her castaway story, maybe Paul would be.