Euch Dummköpfen sei gesagt, es gibt ihn nicht und wenn ihr auf große harte Eier steht, dann bucht euch gefälligst einen Besuch beim Weihnachtsmann!...ein Job ist mies bezahlt und wenn man ein Jahr lang keine menschliche Muschi zu sehen bekommt, außer man glotzt angestrengt durch das große Teleskop vom Nordpol aus, dann hat man wirklich einiges nachzuholen.Wie in jedem Jahr standen sie Schlange, um sich einen großen Kerl mit dicker Wampe und ungepflegten langen Rauschebart ins Haus zu holen. Meine. "Hello, my name's Sally Jones, I have an appointment to see Dr. Russell." Oh yes," replied the blonde in an accent that Sally placed as probably Russian or at least somewhere that at some point in its history was called the USSR. "The doctor is ready for you now. Please follow me." When the receptionist emerged from behind the desk, Sally was stunned by just how perfect she looked. Her legs seemed to go on forever before disappearing into a silver, all in one dress that hung off the soviet. I wanted the sweet release of orgasm, but each time I got close Joel would back off and let me come off the boil, before grinning and then starting the whole process again. After the third time, I begged him to let me cum. He gave me an evil smile, “Only when I’m inside you Claire, I want to feel your lovely pussy wrapped tight around my big cock. Only then I’ll let you cum.”I was torn. My body was desperate for the release of an orgasm, but I felt like I’d be cheating on Jason. Joel helped me. Without any ceremony, I felt what seemed like a red hot poker ignite the centre of my bottom and yelped in agony. Another landed below the first, doubling the pain, and now the tears were well and truly flowing. After the third, I was screaming in pain. The next two were lower still and I thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, but the sixth went diagonally across the other five and as I was told to stand I was dancing round clutching my burning bottom and I could feel the raised welts.I was.