That might seem strange to most folks because Harry was of the Jewish persuasion which made a lot of sense due the last name Liebermann which was abou... as sure a clue as a bloody fingerprint at the scene of a crime.In fact, Harry did resemble the real Santa quite a bit with his stocky rotund figure and his snow white beard that was well groomed at all times.Harry was a haberdasher by trade but he didn’t much sewing or cutting any more due to the terrible arthritis that made his fingers look all. He would slowly push his finger inside and out – and it felt so good… nothing like how my Uncle would wash me with his finger – he used to go fast – like they did with Mum. I liked it nice and slow so I could get the tingly feeling.When I got out, my Grandpa wrapped me in a towel and sat me down on his lap.He liked my titties – spending ages tugging and twisting my nipples, making sure they were dry. Then I had to twist round that that I was facing forwards – and I could feel his cock. Orla walked over and stood at the right hand side of him. He gently pulled her over his lap and before she had time to prepare herslf he landed the first hard slap. She yelped. Another slap,it was harder than the first. Again and again his hand came down;he was taking his time,the slaps were measured and hard.Orla began to cry out and then came the tears as her bottom began to react to the hard,measured slaps. Oral felt her bottom was on fire,it stung a lot and she tried to move to prevent the. Focusing on the feeling she saw two men in a Ford Focus tracking her across the lot. In her mind's eye she saw them draw their guns and get out. They planned to shoot her while her back was turned. The image of bullets hitting her was obviously from their minds. In theirs she would be heavily wounded at the very least before they finished her off.Obviously neither knew of her Harreden heritage, or at least the fact that bullets won't hurt a Harreden because of their tough skin. Sure it might.