“Now, doesn't that taste much better than milk and cookies?” Santa asked.“Yes, Santa,” said Jilnar, gazing up at him with those sexy, exotic, ...ig, brown eyes of hers, gently kissing his spent, flaccid cock.“Now lick all the sweat off Santa's ballballs,” he said, to which Jilnar happily obliged, gazing up at him the whole time. Jilnar loved to lick the sweat of a man's balls after a torrid fuck session. And she always did everything a man told her to. Ever since she was a young girl she'd never. He stood natural, completely comfortable with his own naked body. My eyes dropped down to his big beautiful cock. It was already fully erect, throbbing and I saw a glint of precum on the head. I started to speak but my mouth went dry.He stepped within an arms length of me put his hands on the top of my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees saying, "I only have a half hour, so get started."I sank down on my knees in front of him, opening my mouth to say that his blackmail wasn't necessary,. She had always looked forward to this in the past, but her alter ego had swept her away from the things that she enjoyed in the past. Four days in New York, days spent discussing business, evenings spent with co-workers and vendors, usually toasting to the new fiscal year. This was almost a week away from her husband and children, a welcome diversion normally. But this also meant that Nicole would not be spending her usual time with her friends on-line. She felt silly, this was only fantasy,. "Okay, you're right. I can't lay a hand on you." "That's magnanimous of you." Ignoring my sarcasm, Fischer continued. "But I beg you not to send those pictures to my wife. They'll devastate her." "Mr. Fischer how do you think I feel right now. I just walked into my bedroom and found you and my wife naked in my bed and she was doing things for you that she's never done for me. I'm feeling pretty fucking devastated and you don't seem to give a shit about that." Jeanne wailed. Fischer shook his.