"In public you call me master or sir. We don't need people knowing that I'm fucking my daughter." "Yes, Master." I replied obediently. He pulled me fr...m the house, into the garage with force. About thirty minuets later we pulled into a parking garage. He got me out of the car with the leash and made me walk on all fours. "We'll take as long as it takes, but from here on through this place, you walk like this, unless I say otherwise." "Yes, Master." We made our way to the elevator, and I was. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. The best part I liked about her was her ass. They had a transparent glass wall around the terrace which was unbreakable so people can see easily what’s happening on their terrace. What I noticed is she came there was hanging around some time and was leaning to the glass walls for a while where she saw me and our eyes met. My little brother (dick) started to pump inside my shorts. I thought of flashing her, my dick as usual I use to do, but thought this is the first time and if she dint like it. He pulled completely out after giving me a gentle nudge forward. Still on my hands and knees, I watched as he wrapped his fingers around his organ, collecting as much of the spilled semen as possible. Then, with fingers and thumb covered, he allowed his juice to drip and slide onto my anus and further down to my vagina, which was so full already, it was beginning to drip on its own. Sometime in the next few moments, he got cleaned up and dressed. I collapsed into a more relaxed position on my.