Why should it? It was what changed your whole life in the first place...The digital alarm clock brakes you out of your sleep, still dreamless, still u...eventful. You reach for the accused technology on your nightstand and slam the snooze button. As you lay there, you contemplate going back to sleep, but what good would that do? Five more minutes of nothing doesn't sound very refreshing to you. Instead, you might as well wake up fully, not like you had much a choice anyway since it's the first. Someone else had sent Santa a copy of a storyby Morpheus called "Prom Date" that had long been one of Santa'sfavorites, but it had been lost in a computer crash and he'd been unableto find another copy. With the shutdown of Fictionmania, his source toreplace the stories in his archive had disappeared."Santa, you're running late. What's wrong?" Still feeling sorry for myself over the loss of Fictionmania." If you want to get to use the Christmas gift that I spent a long timeplanning for you,. Instead, she let the two boys begin to disrobe her. Sally, meanwhile, had born the pale skinned redhead to the ground and was kissing her in a clear display of sapphism that went entirely unremarked. And if I had not already known why the cult would wish the doors to be closed and the windows to be curtained, that showed the example. Then all of my thoughts were distracted by first Bridgette pressing her mouth to mine, followed by her tongue sweeping into my lips. Meanwhile, the dusky woman had. . you order me to undress, as I take off each item of clothing I see you watching, you pick up a riding crop and tap my nipples, my thighs and my backside as they become naked.. until I am standing in front of you... my cock betraying my thoughts......you slap my nipple with the riding crop, then grabbing you order me to kneel down, and before I know it you are pushing your foot against my mouth, I pen and start to suck and caress and worship your foot, kissing and caressing,showing you how.