Malone adjusted his collar. Was it warm in here?Faster and faster the Peacock twirled, bringing the crowd closer andcloser to ecstacy as her feathers...concealed less and less. A slip, amomentary look at an ass that could not be more perfect had it beensculpted in clay. by a master artisan Her dark skin glistened under theexertions. A ballerina would be jealous of her en pointe as sheconcealed her secrets with her feathers, one foot in the air. Ablissful smile was on her face as she as she. The hum led her now pliant mind along new paths. Her pussy dripped in response and let the vibrations work their way inside, using the pleasure to help the new thoughts whispered into her ears settle in her mind and associate them with reward in her subconscious. ***** Her next thought was of a bed. A soft bed. She wasn’t sure how she got there, but she saw herself in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Bruises dotted her body from her struggles before. The straps were the next thing she. Maisie is not pregnant, but has been proven to be a time waster of the worse sort constantly using her mouth to slow down the male Elf workers during the Christmas season. She is a danger to production quotas and must be banished with the other two backsliders.Remember the new 2017 North Pole slogan and use it often when temptation is in the neighborhood.“Production is more important than pleasure for all true Elves.”*Maisie had the sense that she was being unfairly treated by being included. Patricia felt she was getting enough attention so she started wearing her one piece bathing suit that covered a lot more skin but still didn't leave anything to the imagination.We sort of weaved our way south along the coast and then struck off to the Greek Isles in no hurry at all and looking like we had no agenda to be followed. About the third day out, I sat in the lounge chair taking in the glorious sight of Patricia's and Elena's buttocks rising like rounded pyramids from the wooden deck.