Taking her pen in hand she started to write: Dear Santa, It’s been along time since I’ve written a letter to you asking for anything. I know I’... not a child anymore and the idea I would get anything from you seems out of question. I don’t know where to start or how to ask for something special. I can only think of one thing which would make my Christmas a special one. It’s been a long time Santa since I’ve been held in two strong arms and loved tenderly. And from the looks of things tonight. Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home, a refuge, to Mia.It was the peace that spurred her flight away from the city. Away from Robert. Robert Stein was a terrible jewelry designer and a worse human being, but he was an amazing businessman. Though he was an awful jeweler he could find gems thought to be lost; for this he was paid handsomely by various employers.One of these employers was her own father. Robert imported. This time the kiss had a special intimacy, and although we had just nearly destroyed ourselves on each other's bodies, there was still passion."Well, anyway, about the name thing?"She sighed. "I'm Rebecca Stewart. And, I already know your name. I remembered, but you don't remember me."She pouted, but it was a poor attempt. Nothing could hide the joy that radiated from every pore of her sated but still naked body."Well Rebecca Stewart, as I explained before you got so carried away, I can hardly. A second chain from next to the door is also attached keeping me from moving my face away from the hole. He undoes my leash and says, “Hands!” I put my hands behind my back where he clicks the handcuffs in place that I will wear until I’m done for the day. Then he smacks me on the bare ass. “Do good, today, fuck face! I have a new sign in the window letting everyone know you’re here,” he says laughing a dirty laugh. What makes the booth special is that it is just wide enough for me to push my.