”I did as she asked, although it seemed more a command than a request, shuddering with equal measures of fear, anticipation, and longing.“What the...hell was wrong with me?” I wondered. My mind was swiftly losing it's “masculine” side, as it were, but I had no chance to ponder that thought further as I felt the head of Dao-Ming's cock split my folds before she pushed slowly into me.I whimpered, grunted, moaned as inch after inch slowly penetrated my tight, wet pussy. Even as lubricated as I. Urina sucking her mother's cock,Bianca returning the favor up Urina's ass."A very nice job, Urina. I thought this project would do you good."Dumbly, Urina nodded and simpered foolishly as Daddy patted her head.God, my Thing looks so BIG in this skirt. Urina kept her eyes down. Daddythought it made his "girls" look more demure if they kept their eyesconstantly averted. Urina thought it was a good way to stay out oftrouble. Tonight, she was wearing the black satin poodle. Well, notreally a. His warm touch would turn cold. Then I would feel Tom on me, helping his father grab my body. I woke up covered in a sweat, afraid. That morning I tried to call the police, ready to convict Tom’s Dad. But when I picked up the phone, I couldn’t go through with it. Something inside of me was stopping me from going through with it. My feelings for Tom wouldn’t let me go through with it. As I placed the phone down, it rang instantly. Answering I heard a male voice pleading with me. Hanging up, I. ” Victoria moved slowly, her bare feet brushing the carpet. She approached Santa, and slowly sat down. She could feel the soft velvet of his pants under her skin. Santa removed the glove from his right hand, and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. “Now, tell me what you want for Christmas.” “I want my girls to be happy and my husband to be safe.” Santa wrapped his arm around her waist, and said, “But what does Victoria need? When was the last time you were touched?” Victoria swallowed.