Claus, you'll be given your dueAs the kids love your husband, the dads will love you!In malls around Christmas time thousands of chapsWill queue up fo... a chance to sit you on their laps!Yes, Mrs. Claus, how the men will flock to ya'Shouting Joy to the World! Blessed be! Hallelujah!"Mrs. Claus gave a shudder and started to sweatCorbin knew she was close, but she wasn't there yet.He twisted a knob to adjust the chair's throbbingHer pussy clenched hard and her head started bobbing"My dear Mrs.. Sumaira wasn’t going since she wanted to be with her friends on the Sunday. In the morning wasn’t feeling very well and when my sister came to wake me up I told her that wouldn’t be going since got headache and went back to sleep. Woke up after 11:00 and came out of my room and headed for the kitchen to make coffee, on the way heard muffled sounds coming out of Sumaira’s room. Went to her room, the door wasn’t fully closed and scene I saw just blew me away.She was completely naked sitting in. He worked as a dishwasher, and except for coming and going to and from his job, he was hardly ever seen by anyone. Friday nights were his only night out. He would leave the dorm in the evening, all nattily dressed, proudly sporting his gay leather hat, and a bow tie. He would come back in the wee hours, stumbling down the hall, occasionally talking loudly to himself. I wondered if he would be interesting in helping me out, so I devised a plan. In the privacy of my room, I took several polaroid. “You’re punishing her? What did the little whore do?” Tara squirmed on Mack’s lap as he slapped her breast with his open hand. “She had an orgasm without permission.” Mack smiled, pulling his fingers from Carrie’s mouth he started fingering Tara’s clit. I could hear her start to groan as her body bucked off his lap desperately. “You mean, you’re punishing her for having an orgasm?” Tara’s cries came louder and louder from under the hood. Mack pulled his fingers away from her.