I had several dresses with pretty collars, some with pleatedskirts and several that I wore with a skinny black patent leather beltcinched tightly arou...d my corseted waist. Some were cut a bit low infront and I would enjoy seeing just a hint of my pretty lingerie peekingout. I'm sure I looked more like Lucille Ball or June Cleaver than thetypical housewife in our town. But that's the way I liked it ? and Ithink Sarah liked it too. I always wore stockings and pumps around thehouse, some with. He anticipated what I was thinking."No, no, darling child," he intoned, "have no fear. Santa is not goinganywhere. I'll be right here, waiting for you. I promise." Then helaughed again, that glorious loving glee in his voice."Santa can't wait to see you as you really are."Then he reached into a pocket, and pulled out a tiny vial of something."Simon," he giggled and chuckled, "when you've put the clothes on,sprinkle this on yourself, over top of your body. Please?"I reached for what he was. I found out later that there were 10 guys but everyone 'had me' at least twice. I was floating along on the top of the world as the orgasms kept coming and coming and so did the guys, they kept coming and coming into me and on me. I had sponk in my mouth, my hair, my breasts. My belly button was a constant reservoir of sponk. That night I learned to love sponk, the feel of it, the taste of it. I just couldn't get enough sponk or cock.There was one moment when I felt a little sad when I heard. What is uncommon is what they start doing. She bosses him around, yells at him, hits him with a rolled up newspaper. She makes him do all kinds of weird stuff. That's when the Bottom started to get a little worried. When I asked why, Bottom mentions her high-heel shoes. Now I'm get worried. The without any warning I'm pulled off the bed and dropped on the floor. The next two hours were a nightmare of ripping and tearing sounds. That Bottom was never seen or heard about again.No! That's.