As we were in a sexual rut, my husband barely noticed the level of effort I had put into my appearance, nor the fact that I was as sexed up as possibl.... When we entered the ballroom I swear every pair of eyes turned to gaze at me. I knew instinctively that the looks were of jealousy from the females and I recognised the look of lust in some the gent’s eyes.We were introduced to my husband’s boss who was there on his own.He gently lifted my gloved hand to his lips and gently brushed his lips. My worst nightmares were on display for the world to see live. My dead men were being transferred to the hearse, the severely injured being rushed into the trauma center.I asked the doctor about the condition of the first three men sent in. He shook his head and said, “It was too late, the injuries too severe.”“I need to see the bodies, NOW,” I replied.A Mossad agent walked me to the morgue. I needed to verify who had died and that there was no mix up.Tom, Alan and Walter - as I suspected -. Dressing as a Belle, does something for a womans libido, as our black knickers always have a wet patch, making sitting on an expectant mans lap, a joy, as his erection nestles comfortably between your wet lips, and every movement made sends those shivers up your spine as you tend to grind down on those meaty poles of joy.By closing time most of us are in the mood, and lets face it there's not much to move for a quick insertion, just pull your knicker crotch over to the side and in he goes.I sit. But the magic ensured that they had all the time they needed to get the job done.Only Santa knew the real reason for the new tradition, when they left. But Doraphinnor found out when they made their first stop. It was on a roof he'd been on before."Hey!" said the elf. "This is where we picked you up." It is, indeed," said Santa."But there are no children here." The elf peered at a screen on the dashboard of the sleigh. "This isn't even on the route." True," said Santa. "But I always keep my.