I didn't say anything about you. I said game over." Why? If you enjoy the game why end it?" Lots of reasons. First because it hurts my parents. It–"...Your parents know?" My parents aren't stupid. I'm sure my mom knows something." Has she said anything?" I think she's afraid. I'm usually honest. I've always had a good relationship with her and dad. Now I'm sneaking out of the house, I'm sure she's worried sick. It hurts Ron–" I thought you broke up with him." We stopped dating. He's still my best. The onlything that spoiled the view was my male head, the only part of the bodynot covered by latex, sans my hands."Beautiful" - she breathed out, licking her lips - "what a gorgeouslittle sissy you are... I could just eat you up, but I would bet anythingthat you don't have the keys on you! Well, if I cannot eat you up, thanyou would have to!"She pushed me roughly in the bed, and, in my tight and unyieldingconfinement, I fell like a log. She was on me instantly, running her handall over my. ." Hedrove himself deeper and harder as I sobbed, begging him not to."Puh-puh-please no, please no...!" In an instant the tears were back as Icried, genuinely begging him for anything but that!On a downward stroke I felt him start to throb. I could feel him fillingme up with his hot slippery cum. Hoping to make him forget his filthyidea, the dirty little girl in me encouraged each squirt."Please mister, see, it feels so good. So hot and slippery, make more,make more inside me, I love the way it. You're supposed to have this magic naughty or nice listwith everybody's name on it. Or maybe that's just a way for you todouble check to see if we really are naughty or nice after we tell you inthese letters if we've been good or bad. I don't know. Anyway, I guessthe bottom line is that I don't know if I've been good or bad. Andthat's kind of the real reason I'm writing to you.I try to be good. I really do. I've always tried to be good. Butlately, well, both Mom and Dad have been yelling.