He caressed my pussy through the thin cotton of my panties, groaning as he kissed my throat. “You’re so wet,” he said. “I know.” I let out a...deep sigh. His fingertips rubbed my pussy until my body writhed against him. He pushed me to the point where I thought I could come with my panties on then he grabbed the elastic waistband and tugged them down my thighs, leaving them bunched around my bent knees. He guided his cock to my entrance, nudging it between my legs. His lips pressed to my throat,. "Hoho, one of my Helves making sure the work gets done properly, ormaybe just passing the time of day." Elves? You're Father Christmas?" Why, yes, well done my child. But Helves, not Elves. He is a Helf." So you're not really Father Christmas?" Ho, ho, my boy, yes I really am. But I prefer Santa. So much morejolly and more inviting, don't you think? And so much closer to my truetitle. This particular function is run by one of my employees, Mammon,a god thrown down by He whom I oppose,. “I can feel it,” exclaimed Mel. “It’s sort of nice but it’s making me feel squishy inside.”“I’m giving you an enema. Have you ever had one before?”“No.”“Didn’t your mum give you one when you had constipation?”“Never,” insisted Mel.My parents never gave me enemas either, but it was a different story for one of my semi-regular women friends and was the reason she got turned onto anal sex. I’d had her in mind when I purchased the device currently embedded in Mel’s bum, but hadn’t yet had an. If she didn't respect him enough not to have another man in his bed and in his house it was time for her to leave. He wouldn't put up with this.And if her lover was stupid enough to enter his house knowing she was married then he deserved what ever he did to him. Any man who was enough of a dog to do this with fully knowledge she was a married woman deserved what he got.As he thought that he gripped his pitchfork a little tighter. He would use it on her lover and chase her out of the house.