His slight shyness made him even more desirable.It was a dinner date, so we ate and talked about anything but our personal sexual desires. When they w...re comfortable enough, Hiroko asked me directly if I could give her husband a massage. Of course! Dishes cleared, in the living room, Chihiro sat on a backless sofa, with me behind him. I started just massaging his shoulders through his shirt. eventually I could feel him relaxing, and Hiroko sitting in front of him, giving him the occasional sip. In a cracking scared voice she finally replied.“Ok, I’ll do as you want… My husband won’t owe youanything if I agree?”Thick and his thugs laughed. He replied. “No. Not athing.”Thick said his girlfriend would call later in the weekand give her a list of things to buy for that weekend.He almost started to leave but turned back around justas he was going out the door and said. “You got kids don’t you?”Margret replied, “Yes. Two. A. It was Christmas Day! I was all alone! Had it all been a dream? Could it have really been a dream? Was my Christmas Angel ever really there?I dismissed it as a strange dream and got ready for work. As I left my driveway on my way to work a woman stopped me. She was the spitting image of my Christmas Angel from my dream the night before.She said, “Hello! My name is Christmas Angel can you please help me. My car won’t start.”I looked at her in disbelief then I replied, “Christmas Angel?”She. Your nails dig into your skin as you pull harder on your asscheeks, trying to spread yourself open even more. Tears slip down your face as your cheek rests on the cold marble. You welcome the pain. You know this is punishment for making Master worry like you did, and you know you deserve it. You find yourself hoping he does it again when you get home so you can use your hands to push back against him. Taking it deeper and harder. Making it hurt even more. All the better to teach.