?She perked up. Cooking for him wassomething she truly enjoyed. It was subservient in a way, but also rewarding,and relaxing after her working week.?Y...u choose the menu but make itthe best. Buy the ingredients, spend the day preparing, I?ll be back aboutsix.?Her mood changed again.He was going out all day.?Table for two. Candles, linen,glasses. Get us some nice wine.?He chuckled as her frown turnedinto a smile. She knew he could read her like a book. He lent forward in thebath.?Come soap my. He just has to. We can help him, all of us: you, me, Owen.“I’m going to be talking to Owen and we’re going to come up with a plan to help the man. Aaron I know you are on Sam’s side, but I’m going to ask. Can we count on you to back us in this effort? The man needs a lot of help, and it’s going to cost a lot of money. And Aaron, money is the one thing we’ve got going for us. Damn little else, but we do have that,” she said.“Yes, sure, anything I can do,” said the older man.“Thank you, sir, it. ” I just sat there and watched as my beautiful Lorie turned her head to face me, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were dark with lust and her hair was damp, and she had a light sheen or perspiration on her face, flushed with arousal, giving her a special kind of sexual glow. The man, Don, I think he said his name was, had withdrawn his impressive cock while she shifted position; I had a sneaking hunch that he’d pulled out just to show me how large he was, just to make me realize what it was that. ..going up and down, up and down on his penis...my tongue would lick the tip and shaft at times. Santa's dick started to swell and throb...but he pushed my head away."Ho, ho, ho! He said, "I finish in naughty boy's ass."He had me get on my hands and knees and stick my ass up into the air. Santa got on his knees behind me and straddled my backside. He lifted up my lingerie nighty, pulled down my lace panties, then spread my buttcheeks to expose my tight, pink little hole. Santa didn't need lube,.