I heard noises and someone was comming down stairs it was the owners eldest daughter, she came in the living room saying Hi santa whats for christmas,...I could see by the fire light she wasnt wearing much under her nightie, as she walked up saying whats in the sack, I reconissed the voice, it was the one from the store, she confessed to being a very naughty gir that needed Santa to puish her as she dropped her nightie revealing her naked body, my cock sprung to attention.I removed my outfit. "When Leslie got there, she looked like she had been crying. She stood there, in front of the raffle winner. He knelt down so her bikini bottoms were at eye level, grasped the waistband, and pulled them down. Leslie just stood there, with her suit down around her ankles. The guy pulled on her suit and she put her hands on his shoulders to support herself, then she lifted one leg so he could slide the suit off, put that foot down and lifted the other. Jim told him to give her the garment, and. . and His wrath. She scratched around in the garden shed, searching for the rope she knew was there, her mind blocking out the fact the shed was full of spiders and god knows what else. The thin beam of her torch swept across the blackened room, till her eyes spotted what she had been searching for. Coiled like a waiting serpent her fingers trembled as she picked up the length of rope. letting its coarseness run between her fingers. She chewed on her bottom lip, she was nervous, incredibly so,. No contact, regardless of what might be implied by come- ons of the “I’ll do more for more money, honey” sort (and I went overboard to the tune of a couple hundred dollars a couple times before learning this.) Having realized that I was in fact willing to pay for physical contact, both as a moral choice and from an economic standpoint, I tried Massage parlors next. For around $50 for 45 minutes, I found I could receive a nice massage, naked, from a naked women, who for another.