“Does Mrs. Santa like you to call her dirty names, Hon?” I was a little shocked, but fortunately not enough to lose my erection. “Dirty names? U...hhh……no,” I said. “Mrs. Santa is kind of conventional that way. And isn’t that degrading, calling a woman dirty names?” “You are so sweet,” she said. “Not if the woman asks for it, Baby. Elves love to be called dirty names. Didn’t you know that?” She winked at me. “And I am your little elf.” “What do you want me to call you?” I asked. She was a little. Within a couple of minutes she was surprised at the speed. “Good morning Beth, I’m glad you have given your name for the usernames are rather annoying and I have got very confused. You don’t give much detail about yourself, but this site is for conversation and maybe down the line if that continues there could be a physical connection. However, if you are interested and would like to communicate I will respond”. Signed. Rick, she nearly fell off the chair.She hesitated because this was the. He pushed her forward into the dining room, slowly but firmly. She wasn’t putting up much of a resistance, despite Max’s assurance that she would. Once they reached the table, he pushed her up against it, folding her until her breasts were pressed against the top and her face was moved to the side. He forced her legs apart and instantly noticed the wetness now apparent on the thin lace. He pushed the fabric aside and pushed his middle finger inside her pussy. She gasped and tried to move. His. At home in England, he had been worried about boys chasing his beloved daughter; here in Kobekistan it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be the mistress of the ruler of the land within hours of arriving there.'No, a mistress, not the mistress, ' he mentally corrected himself."You are very beautiful," Henry murmured, "Where did you spring from, I wonder?"Taking this as a direct question she replied, "Master, my mother came from Sweden, but I was born in the Golden Palace.