She’s looking at me with deep and sweet emerald eyes. Her soft ivory skin glows faintly as the candle light dances on her. A light pink tongue slide... out of her mouth and licks her luscious lips. She’s laying on her side, towards me, showing off the gentle curves of her body. A red t-shirt hugs her chest, the swell of her breasts causing the shirt to ripple between them, and defined stomach. Tight blue jeans encase her hips and legs covering her to her ankles where her bare feet protrude from.. But I finally lost control and urinated on the floor. I must lick it up before it dries..." The girl again tried to rise while tears of sorrow poured from her eyes."You're staying in bed, Slave Andy!" Kathy commanded firmly. "Now tell me what happened. Who beat you?"Slumping back the girl whispered hoarsely, "I beat me! It was no one else — just me! Mistress, I broke every rule and needed to be punished. I just made the arrangements, is all." Again she struggled to rise and again Kathy held her. He must have seen the way she stared, the hunger and lust burning in her eyes because moments later one of the elves came scurrying up to her. "Santa says you have been a naughty girl and you should meet him out back... in the alley in the next five minutes," he whispered his voice thick with lust.She almost fainted from the shock of it. "What was that?" Christine asked almost certain she had heard that all wrong.The elf repeated himself before reaching to caress her leg seductively. "Do you. Margie was on the floor behind her. She reached around and unsnapped Busther's pants and slowly inched them down. I was able to see her ass cheeks and then her hairless pussy. Busther stood up and Margie pulled the pants all the way down. I didn't move as the clothes fell across my face. "Take them off my legs," she said. I guessed that I could move. I reached up and pulled the pants from her legs. She turned around and her magnificent ass loomed above. Not large, just perfect. "Tasty," she.