“NO, Yamani”, I yelled. Being that I wasn’t too bright on the situation I fallowed behind them grabbing onto one of the tree branches trying so...hard to make my way down the tree, I swung and tugged and even cut myself in a phew places but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to stop the situation. As soon as I got down to the last branch I tried to reach my foot out for the ground but I didn’t feel a thing. Oh great the shit I get myself into I kept trying but still there was nothing. Now why don’t you get on your knees and bend over for Santa?” Santa asked.Jennifer dropped to her knees, presenting her bare ass to Santa. Santa dropped to his knees and began eating her out like a holiday ham. Jennifer responded with moans of pleasure as Santa licked her deeply, circling her clit with his tongue. “Oh Santa!” Jennifer cried out in ecstasy.“You are even more delicious than your milk and cookies, Jennifer,” Santa complimented.At this point, Richard was sitting on the floor. Sandy rolled her eyes and looked pitifully at her mother. "Don't worry, mom, I'll duct tape him to the chair while you're gone. He won't get away with anything. And no, thanks, I don't need anything." Ok, honey. I'll just be a couple of minutes; I didn't realize I was out of a couple of ingredients."No problem, mom," Sandy said as she stood and put her book on the chair. "I'll make him behave while you're gone." She turned to Tim. "I'll be right back," she said. "I need to go potty. You behave. By then, my physical recovery was sufficient for me to have resumed exercises, training classes and cleaning and cooking duties. I ached all over but I was mobile. Emotionally, however, I was wrung out. I remembered how Specimen Five’s confession in Part Two of the film had seemed mechanical, devoid of feeling. Now I understood. As my mind ran its tape-loop of my treatment of Laura, the same adjectives applied: mechanical, factual, detailed. Ms Takamitsu marched into my cell followed by Ms.