" The Santa myth is only centuries old, not thousands of years," said Bob, who was grasping at any straw that might cause his life to make sense again..."You think humans invented Santa?" Gobelon laughed."I can't be Santa," insisted Bob. "Santa doesn't exist." Where was this attitude when I asked you to take the pledge?" Gobelon folded his arms over his chest."What pledge?" asked Bob.Again the elf used a sort of sing-song voice, saying words that somehow sounded ancient. "Are you willing to. After all, we have to finish what we started. Something tells me that she won't mind being trained by us," Gavin replied."What sort of training? Do you plan to enslave her, too?" she asked as she saw the girl heading back to their table."Well, of course! I also think that she should be made to submit to you as well as me. Naturally, I'll be at the top of the pecking order, but I want you to dominate her. That will make it work quicker and make her more comfortable pleasuring you. Besides, I get. Jaq bit down on her lower lip and choked off a scream.At that point, we were ready for more serious ass-fucking. She lay on the floor under me, with her skirthiked up around her waist and her legs up in the air andspread wide. I was shoving my cock deeply into herasshole and playing with her pussy. Jaq had startedplaying with her tits, in the process getting oil allover her blouse, which turned it from translucent totransparent (as well as ruining it… I ended upreplacing that too.). I was. As I was finishing, I suddenly heard a female voice cry out in fear or pain, followed immediately by a sharp male voice. I headed toward the sound of the voices, crouching down and moving as quietly through the pine needles and deadfall as I could, until I got to the edge of the clearing. There was about a 3/4 moon out, and it was a clear night, so I could see my surroundings very well.In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a moaning, limp form on the ground. One of the.