”“Not like we have a choice, right?”“No, not really. I’ll be back in a few minutes. It’s kinda stuffy, so I’m going to crack the windows...a bit. I can’t leave the engine on to run the AC for obvious reasons.”“OK. Thanks, officer.”“No problem. I don’t want anyone crying ‘police brutality.’”…“Um, honey?”“What?”“I’m still wet.”“Say what?”“I’m still wet. I’m still horny. And he’ll be gone for a while, I suspect.”“Are you kidding me?”“No. Look, we can’t get any more arrested, and we’ll hear the. We got to talking as I carried on working, and pretty soon she popped out with the question “Why do the boys call you ‘donkey dick’ Phelps? “For a second I was a bit embarrassed and this seemed obvious proof that she had much more than a casual chat on her mind.I replied “Can’t you guess?”She grinned and said “Yes, but pretty please, will you to show it to me.”“You are joking?” I asked.“No Tony. I really want to see it for myself.”So, deciding that if that was what she really wanted I would. . it will getworse, jeans or no jeans. So where will you go? What will you do?They'll eat you alive. We're your only chance, Lucien. We love you.We're here to protect you."Her face was right in front of him again; the pale, immaculate skin, thedark doll's eyes, the open lips - the sweet, sweet scent.She was right, of course. But she couldn't be, could she? What would beleft for him if she were right?"Bullshit," he said.Her lashes fluttered."Don't use words like that, ch?ri," she said, a little. And what would you like for Christmas...uhh...little girl? Have you been a nice little girl this year, or...uhh...have you been naughty?"(-"I wish, I wish, I wish...", thought the lusty Santa to himself-). Sienna glanced down coyly and then back up cutely to look Santa in the eye, smiling, said, "Well, I've been naughty, but very nicely so!" "Uhh... yeah. Well, that sounds good enough to me, young lady. What would you like Santa to bring you?" Sienna seductively cupped her dainty hand to.