“Have you been good this year little boy?” “I don’t want to play this game”, I said. I tried to stand up but he grabbed tight in his arms f...rcing me to sit. “You don’t believe in me do you?” “Dude…,” I said “you’re not Santa Clause, and it’s March. “Have you been a good boy?”, he repeated slowly holding me so tight I struggled to breath easily. “I… I don’t know”, I stammered. Despite everything that was going on, I found myself strangely aroused by my circumstances. As I struggled to. The vision of a large white dress. Like it was hangingon a hangar over the top of a closet door. Yes, it was a white dress, awedding dress! But then he gasped wide eyed to realize that not only wasit a white satin wedding gown but he was wearing it!As the morning sunlight began shining through the white nylon windowsheers he looked around the feminine room then noticed the large whitebedroom door that was closed and locked. He looked out the window's asbest he could and noticed familiar trees. She sat down and he marveled in the absolute beauty of Samantha. He rolled his thumb over her perfect nipples and watched as they hardened at his touch. Samantha was holding her breath, she had given and gotten pleasure before, but nothing like this. She was afraid to breath, afraid that if she made the slightest movement that he would stop, that everything would disappear. He took her hard nipple in her mouth and she exhaled greatly, moaning in the process. Kevin trailed kisses from one breast. Once more, she gave up."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead on the window.The glass was cool by comparison, prompting her to roll her head slowly from side to side. In a few short seconds; even that smooth cool surface, succumbed to the damp body heat, radiating from her nakedness.Casting a sideways glance toward the clock, she watched absently as minutes slipped away. The growing pool of moisture along her collarbone broke free. Her chest rose as she yielded to a.