Luckily for them, my waist was so small. Believe it or not, I was able to bend their cocks around me and aim them both down at my pussy. I hoped I had...’t hurt either guy by doing this. They were really too hard to be bending them at this point, but they both remained so professional throughout. While holding them, I noticed one guy had already started leaking precum.I was past any inhibitions at this stage and assumed I was supposed to do something about this. In my mind, I could not help but. She was there last week, and the week before that, and the week before that. Another thing her mother insisted on. ‘Maybe that’s why I hate her so much,’ she thought. ‘Daddy wouldn’t make me do this. He loves me!’ ‘Father, I’ve had acts of impurity.’ She began. ‘Is that you Mary Catherine?’ Father Monaghan asked. ‘Yes father,’ she replied extremely sheepishly. ‘Mary Catherine, didn’t we have this same discussion last week?’ ‘Yes father.’ ‘I don’t understand it. You come from such a good family.. Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a suck she'd remember as long as he lived!Desiree lay frozen beneath him, helpless! She'd already concluded there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have been so erotically. I got a package in the mail that read, "Do Not Open Until Xmas." I didn't know whom it was from. There was no return address and no card was visible. The box was wrapped in plain brown paper with my name, the name of my dorm and my address affixed. It was fourteen inches long, six inches wide and five inches deep. I set it under the dorm tree and waited for Christmas.As you might gather, I'm a strong believer in the spirit of Christmas; I always have been. Hell, I believed in Santa Claus until.