When Liz re-emerged, John gave her a slight push and closed the cellar door behind her. As she walked down the aisle of men, they all unzipped their t...ousers and began to masturbate. At the end of the two rows stood Frank. "Is Mike going to get his blow job then?" he said to Liz.Looking around, she saw that one of the men held a video camera, and was filming her rape. Liz acquiesced, and Frank led her to the centre of the pub where one of the tables had been set up. "Now get on the table on. Johnny's parents were kind to him and took care of his needs until he grew and became an independent man in every field, except one. He never got the education which he needed about relationship and sex. I tried talking to his parents about it. They admitted he had no sex education at all, but they insisted that they wanted their son like that. Despite I believe their intention was good, that was actually cruel. They had no right to expect him to remain a little boy for the rest of his life. He. Just the fact that I was giving Santa, a complete stranger, a blow job was making my pussy so wet. Santa was obviously enjoying this because it didn’t take him long to cum and when he came it was with such force and he had a huge amount of cum that I almost chocked. It took three swallows to get all that sweet cum down my throat. After Santa had cum he took his hand and placed it under my skirt on my now soaking wet panties. It was obvious that I was so turned on by how wet things were down. I never had to worry about refilling a glass or my coffee mug, since more of whatever I was drinking just materialized in place.Actually, we didn't even have to get naked and go to bed, though we always did. Johnny was perfectly capable of removing our clothes and figuratively tucking us in. I'd tried it once and it was just too weird for me. Maybe I could get used to if, later.One thing was fairly constant though. My Queens pretty much teased me senseless during the day and then tried to fuck.