"Are you going to be awake for your own party?" I was awakened with Korra on my cock. "You don't mind, do you?" "Not in the slightest," I said, yawnin... and enjoying the feeling given to me, "but I need to save my orgasm for later, I don't want to use it yet." You know, you can just make your dick harder, and mass-produce cum." She said as she gently bounced on my semi-hard cock. "Nevermind." I began to power bottom her, countering the gentle movement she made."You know, the rest of the party is. Then I turned the camera toward Mom and took a picture of her. She smiled and got on the other side of the bed so that she was in the picture with Dad and his three girls.Mom grabbed the girl’s clothes and went to my bedroom. She had me scan their identification and then she put them back and returned their clothes to her bedroom.Shortly we were back in bed and sound asleep.In the morning I woke up with Mom stroking my morning wood. She whispered, “Good morning lover. The others are still. You will receive 24 strokes of the cane, 12 on each buttock, you will count each stroke and after each one, you will say thank you master, please may I have another?” The ‘master’ walked into Andys eyeline as he was talking, he was nothing remarkable, an average man of average build and appearance in his 40’s. There was no way that Andy was going to yield to this mans demands and certainly no way he would thank him for caning him. Andy resolved to remain silent throughout his punishment. As. Even though the food would be cold by the time she got home, Kim really did not want to cook tonight."Merry Christmas Miss and enjoy tonight…Remember, my chips are magical. See you tomorrow!"Kim stopped at the shop door and turned, "Merry Chris..." her voice stopped. Did the little old Pakistani man celebrate Christmas?His face beamed. "Thank you, thank you…See you tomorrow!"Embarrassed and somewhat shaken, Kim quickly fled the shop and hurried home. The shop owner's holiday greeting had opened.