She felt then dread and hesitated. She began to back away when the two large Santas that had guided her began to push her forward. The rows of Santas ...eld their arms out before her in a gesture for her to proceed. Christine's legs trembled and wobbled a little as she made her way forward slowly moving toward the alter her heart pounding like an angry drum in her chest. The black-robed Santa who was clearly the leader spoke suddenly in a gruff lust-filled voice, "Good Evening Christine. How kind. I was fucked hard as I sucked a beautiful ten inch dick.The cock in my ass rhythmically stroked my prostate each time he thrust his talented cock into me.My head bobbed over ten delicious inches of hard throbbing meat as my ass was artfully fucked from behind. Saliva spilled from my mouth and ran down the granite shaft as I stroked and sucked on the perfect cock. I was a submissive cock loving whore and I knew my life would never be the same.The man fucking my ass grabbed my hips and thrust. Perhaps she hadn’t been fully awake and aware when we’d been in bed together. What if what we had done had somehow hurt her? Had we crossed a line that a carefully brought up, moral woman would rather die than cross? I saw the worries of my mind mirrored in my brother’s face. He was nervously biting one of his thumb nails, something I hadn’t seen him do since our mother had died, leaving us alone with a grieving father at the tender age of nine and a half. Thinking about our mother’s death and. " You certainly carry off the deception very well, Robin." I'm not deceiving anyone, Mick. Another one of us, alert to the nuances knows when he... or she... sees one, and can tell that's what I am. If I'd been standing when we met, you might have guessed, too." Oh? You're quite tall, then?" I'm five eight, Mick... but I've a short torso, so I am very female when I'm sitting down. Now, if I were still male I'd be gay, you don't have to worry, but I... and I suppose others like me... with our.