..” Well, she had. She’d seen him naked, in fact.“Well ... But you look just like you belong here. And Santa thinks you belong here, too. He lef... a package for you.” He handed her a small box with a big address tag. It had her name but his address. He hadn’t pushed his Santa claim to the extent of disguising his handwriting.“Bill you shouldn’t have.” And he really shouldn’t have. He’d sent her a Christmas card, but he’d warned her of that. Now, she’d have to get him a gift, and he’d know it had. Bound, gagged, and at the disposal of aman."We have a seat open at the table honey, but I'm sure you havebetter thing to do than play poker with a bunch of girls.besides, you wouldn't like the rules of the game." Rules, what rules?" We play a variation of strip poker. We try to add someexcitement to the game every week. The loser has to perform atask exactly as the rest want. No questions, and no excuses. Weusually make it something a little embarrassing, such as servingdrinks in handcuffs, and. She had been nude beneath her coat and now he could see what she had been doing. Clad only in her high heels she lifted her arms and turned slowly around."See the marks, Harold. See the bruises, the bites, the marks of love all over my body. This is where I have been tonight."Harold stood with his mouth open. Cassandra continued."Today, after work I changed clothes." She rubbed her hands up and down her body. "I put on stockings with a garter belt and a short dress. I left my underwear off as I. I sat in the front row for the first time and I couldn’t believe that I was seeing Reshmi up close! Her desk was right in front of me. She started explaining her subject but I felt more like everything was mute and she was seducing me with her thick lips and her dark eyes! She was 36 and it felt like she was young!Her huge boobs bounced while erasing the board and her ass was too lazy or it weighed a lot and hence it was so hesitant to move. all I wanted was to hit her from the back and put my.