The reply came, ' still looks delicious but you were late, you must pay a price, push it further inside you with your fingers, want you to feel full, ...ut don't cum, that is for me, and of course a picture'. Her fingers slide in so easily, she was wetter than she thought, eyes closed the feeling was glorious, but she wanted to cum so much, to completly let yourself go, the pleasure & the pain mixed together. The picture was sent, she prepared to return, but there was another message. ' don't you. How you holding up?" "Fine I guess..." "I know that if I was your girlfriend I would make love to you every chance I got." With that, I put my hand on his bulge and started rubbing it through his pants. We made eye contact and I brought him closer to me and kissed him hard on the lips. We let our tongues dance in our mouths. He pulled away. "But my girlfriend? I don't want to cheat on her." "Break up with her. I know you were gonna do it anyway," I told him. I went back to kissing him and. It's safe to say that Mary probably wouldn't have shown as much boob off as Jayne was but she was more than satisfied with the look. She shot him a sidewise glance, "Maybe later, if you're a very very good Santa. Come on, we'll be late."*As it turned out, Jayne was enjoying the party far more than she expected to. John had been quite attentive and had not gone off to talk to people too much leaving her to her own devices. Most of the men seemed to appreciate her outfit and some of the women. Victor looked both ways to make sure the hallway was clear, then strolled up to the door. The room was dark, and he could hear music being sung in some foreign language. "Great. I wonder if they'll all come out with French accents?" He pulled the pin, tossed in the grenade, and slammed the door shut. There was a hissing noise from inside, followed by intense coughing, and pounding on the door. But Victor was leaning against it, and the pounding soon stopped. Just to be safe, Victor waited.