That sorts me out, and then I can control myself while I'm out!"Now although she and I were best friends and had always talked to each other about wha... we had done with various boyfriends, masturbation was something we had never really discussed before. So I wasn't even sure whether I could actually admit that I did sometimes play with myself too when I was on my own and feeling horny. You know how it is — some private things you just don't feel confident enough about mentioning spontaneously,. First is the investigation by the authorities about my workshop claiming that it was a sweatshop staffed by children working for little or no pay. Seriously? Staffed by children? I guess they've never seen elves before. Well anyway, that's been resolved. Santa only had to pay a fine and promise to increase their pay and benefits. Sheesh, if this keeps up, Santa's going to have to start charging for the presents.The other matter involves my guest on last weeks show, the Easter Bunny. Some of you. ” Of course he stopped. Left me hanging half minute. I thought of Vad the Impaler. “Want some more?” “Yes.” “Say please bitch!” he ordered. He slapped my ass and giggled. George laughed. I was too far gone to care about humiliation. I was very close to coming. My scrotum was squeezing my balls. The skin of my cock was so tight I knew if I touched it would explode. But he had me so far over the wall I couldn’t reach it. “Okay!” I said. “Please!” “Please what?” “Give me more! Please!. This isn't just sexual. I've started to feel about Sam the way I feel about you." So, what are you suggesting?" We, and by we, I mean you, Sam and I, are already best friends. We're already affectionate. I want to be with both of you. Unless I'm wrong and you aren't in love with Sam as well. You think you hide it, but I see the way you look at her. I see how you smell her hair and bury your face into her neck."Derrick started to shake and put his head on her shoulder. "How long have you.