If this was their cruel game, he only could think (Sign me up for another!) while she grinded on him. His hands started to reach around to touch those...breasts when the woman without stopping her grind slapped his hands. He was confused what the game was but decided to just go with it for now. She suddenly paused sitting past his groin on his knees staring back at the shaved haired woman. The shaved hair woman shook her head no as the dark woman shook her head yes. Something pasted between the. Ten years he had been waiting to tidy up this loose end, ten years and that idiot Markow was in danger of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory yet again. It had been his bungling that had led to this ten year wait in the first place — if he'd managed to do the job right the first time, Sinclair would have been dead all those years ago and Rosalita would already be his.He stood and walked to the French windows of the study — not his study, not yet anyway. Looking out on the vast gardens he. I noticed they each had a couple of gift bags in their hands. As I took a nice long piss I wondered what they were up to, but my mind was not real quick on working things out.To make things worse, after I washed my hands and went back out into the hall, there were three women that each wanted a kiss from Santa. I had pulled on underwear and still had the red coat on, but otherwise.... I did not recognize any of them, but they each wanted their turn at thanking Santa Claus. They also took the. Penny listened with a complete attention asking questions on health and feelings for Oliver, Sara, and I. This conversation went on for two cups of coffee. While, I just sat there or laid there. Penny was quiet for a moment. Then she said “So Oliver gets to have sex any time he wants. He is a happy dog.” “Yep, exactly he is spoiled” Sara said. Penny went on “He or well She, gets sex. Gets the feeling of being dominated by Oliver.” Sara said “Yes and I think she likes the humiliation as well,.