Then she looked up and kissed me through my beard sticking her tongue into my mouth. ‘Santa I don’t want to wait until Christmas for my specia... present you promised, I want it tonight.’ It was embarrassing, here was Santa with a hard on sticking out of his suit like a tent pole. I looked around the room, no one seem to notice us, the only people in this room were the k**s who were too busy playing with new toys and their parents who were too busy trying to keep them in tow. I decided. How could a writer break into that glorious world of authorship and acclaim if he was never given a chance. The most I could do was post stories on the internet. I had well over 200 stories running around on the internet, spread out over seven sites that accepted stories, by the time I was in this seedy bar, trying to drink and pop my way into death with the pills. But even then, not one had ever been picked up by a publisher, and they never would be. Yet some new author came into being every. He’s also one of my playthings, I would say. And then there’s Roy, Capri, Vito, Steve, Andy, and Walt. Capri is the only woman among these ... playmates or regulars of Lizzie, though Vito likes to go in drag as ‘Vita’ now and then. Yes, my friends, I’m dragging them all down with me to Hell, luring them into a life of wanton wickedness among their fellow sinners. A life of sheer decadence and depravity, right?” I chuckled at the way I presented myself.“Do any of these ... playthings have. Then pulling her hair, turned her on her knees until she was facing John's Harley. Then Suzy pulled up her black, pleated, leather skirt and sat back on the bike with her high heelswide apart and said, "Lick my pussy Slut and I want to seesome enthusiasm. Show me how much you want to please me. You may lower your hands. Now please me!"Without any hesitation Kathy put her hands on the groundso she was on all fours now and began to lick Suzy's wetshaved pussy. The only thing on Kathy's mind right.