I stood up with a start when I felt an odd mass writhing against my butt. I still felt it under my feet of course, and I quickly realised it wasnt one...solid mass, it was many. Long, thin, slippery shapes slithered under my feet. I tried to calm myself, thinking Id just fallen into a real life pit full of god damn snakes, and that not moving was really my only option. But then I felt the snakes start worming their was up my legs. I have to admit I panicked then, and frantically tried to brush. Mistress Dyvia presents:Mistress Dyvia's Gifts Under the Tree.I had decided not to have children many years ago. Quite frankly, thiswas one of the few things I lamented about that decision, waking upearly or staying up late to sneak all those wonderful gifts out of thecloset or basement and rush them to the tree and organize them. Delightin whatever snack was left out and go back to bed to get not-enoughsleep before being woken up.However, I decided to indulge part of this, by waking up. Actually it suited her rather well). She had such heavily mascaraed eyes and eye liner it looked as if she hadn't slept for a week. Her lipstick was smudged, and I could see traces of it on her teeth (Pippa's eye for detail was fantastic.). Her low cut blouse had several buttons missing and part of a grubby bra was showing. The tight black skirt she wore showed stains of an unknown origin, but my suspicion was that DNA could probably be obtained from them. The zip at the waist was broken and. ”“Merci beaucoup,” I said to her.“What language is that?” Anna asked.“French,” my françois lover answered.“It’s a very pretty language,” Anna went on to say. “And Brigitte is a very pretty young lady, isn’t she?”“Yes, that is correct. I sure hope I get a figure like anyone of these other girls before I stop growing completely.”“I suspect you will end up like your older sister, who is also very pretty,” I said looking over at Joan. “You look much younger than you are, and that can only help you.