Next thing he just put his hand in my shorts, touching and grabbing my ass in my thong. He was loving it I was sure.He let go of his cock and said "Le...'s move there" and we went to a playground nearby, his hand not moving from my ass. He sat down on a bench and moved me before him. I just knelt between his legs. He placed a finger on my lips and opened them, moving his finger in my mouth and on my tongue, the same hand which was on his dick, smelling and tasting like cock and balls. His other. ”Subspace instantly seized me as my wife's words sank home, binding me in its narcotic grip. My submissive persona burst forth, pushing out all other emotions.“You deserve a better cock,” I heard myself say. My loins felt tight and hot, and my penis twitched.“I do, baby. I really do deserve a nice big dick that'll satisfy me. And very soon, I'm going to find one. Sorry, baby, but you simply can't give me the sustained deep fucking that I crave. For that reason, I feel I have the right to. I read the letter and I knew that I was needed again. But for some reason I didn’t leave as something was telling me to stay. Picking up the box I shook it gently and the letters shifted when one caught my eye. Unlike most it was neatly written unlike the childish scrawl of the majority. It also was addressed differently than most. In alternating red and green lettering it said: To Santa’s Helper In Care of Santa ClausAnd in the return address corner all it said. Wilson’s face that he couldn’t believe his good fortune to have such a beautiful girl/woman wanting to be his sex object. I then looked back over my shoulder at my new/old lover and began begging him ‘fuck me deep and hard with your big beautiful cock. Make me go off with it. Please, Chuck I’ll give up on my young boy friends if you turn me into a cock craving whore.’ Now, oh yeah, fuck that tight pink pussy long and hard. I want to go off around your cock. Make sure that you shoot your next.