Her parents tried being reasonable. That was a mistake, but a well-intentioned one. Her mum gave her the usual line, " Santa is real because he's the ...pirit of Christmas ... The embodiment of giving and sharing and loving and caring." She had read that somewhere in the Readers' Digest at the dentists office just last month. But it cut no ice on a nine-year old's heart turned cold.Dad took an even more tactless tact with his, " Well, it was about time you faced reality anyway, dear. You'll be. ”Then my breath was taken away as Loiuse came back into the studio. She was wearing a small tight bikini in white, which showed her lightly tanned skin off to great effect. Her boobs were extremely firm and stood proud on her chest, I began fantasising about what they looked like uncovered and felt a stirring in my loins. Have to keep that under control I thought. “Shall I jut throw some poses Paul?” she asked and Paul told her to go right ahead. I stood back as she turned this way and that,. ” I’m quiet for a moment before you hear my response. “Please Mistress, fuck me.” “Fuck you how?” you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice. “Please, fuck me in the ass, Mistress.”“With….?” you say, leaving the answer open. Silent again, I finally answer, “With your cock.” Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again. “Well then, very well. You might want to put your face in the pillow; this isn’t going to be easy,” you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don’t want to hear me. Jane pushed me face down. She took another stocking and tied my elbows tightly together, pushing them beyond their comfortable position.“Hey!” I protested, turning my head towards her.Jane swung a mass of her skirts and petticoats over my head and pushed them into my face. I was in instant darkness despite all the layers being white.“Shut up! You agreed.”I couldn’t answer except with a ‘Mmmph’ through the soft layers. I felt Jane move and then uncover my face. I opened my mouth. She filled it.