You know, even for a scumbag motherfucker who would hide two dozen kilos of cocaine in his house, for a mafia connection of his, by disguising them as...normal Christmas presents … that was some sick fuckin’ twisted shit to tell a five-year-old child. To say I cried is, of course, a given. I was told to stop crying, which, of course, worked about as well as telling a woman to calm down. Then I was told if I didn’t stop crying I wouldn’t even get the presents that were left. Ever seen a. How is Marci? Tim, you know Janet, of course. Lou, let me introduce my friend Janet to you." Sue said all of this bravely with a forced smile on her face.Lou arose, "Sue, it's so nice to see you," and gave her a hug. Turning to Janet, Lou extended his hand and said, "It's nice to meet you, Janet."While this was taking place, Tim had gotten over his shock and also rose. "Hello, Sue. Nice to see you," he mumbled.Lou was a bit startled when he shook Jan's hand and found a square of paper in her. “Just do what you’re able to do, Zupena. Everything you do will feel wonderful ... as long as you don’t bite or use too much teeth,” I replied with a smile.Zupena made a valiant effort at getting my thick crown and shaft down her throat. A few times I thought she might gag on me. However, what she lacked in deep throat ability, she more than made up with effort and the sloppiness of her oral skills. 3-Z’s mouth was filled with, and my cock was bathed by her saliva as she voraciously tried to. I'm a man for cryin' out loud." Lilla gaped at me, softly said, "Frickin' unbelievable. Tomorrow's gonna be outfuckinstanding." "What do you mean?" "Nothing, baby. How about you go downstairs and get some more champagne for us." When I finally, unsteadily, got back to the bedroom, dressed in my skimpy black lingerie, 5 inch fuck me pumps and sporting a semi-hardon, from the friction I told myself, Lilla was on the bed reclining against the headboard in her blue silk robe, black sheer stockings.