Left winger for the Snow Angels. It was still one of my best memories. All because Santa had brought me skates that we were too poor to afford.“I be...ieve,” I whispered awkwardly.“It has to be more than that, Bonnie. It has to come from the heart."And so I stood there in a nearly dark room with a strange man who claimed he was Santa Claus and looked deep down inside.“I believe. I believe. I believe.”And I did. Not at first, maybe, but each time I told myself so, I believed a little more. And. There were a few guards on duty, but most of the security was provided by the massive steel doors that covered the multiple entrances from the street. Some clever knife-work disposed of the guards without alerting the rest of the building, and the controls on the security doors were jimmied to bypass the time-lock. All of the doors were opened so that the additional forces needed to secure the building could easily enter through the street doors.Precisely at 7:00 AM, six Strykers drove up and. Before I started pushing I asked her if she was ready for this. A nod was all the confirmation I needed and started to push. She was screaming but the gag muffled it pretty good. She was really tight and even before her ass loosened up I had already came. I cut the tape and made her stand up. She was crying but after I pulled the ball gag from her mouth a smile appeared. I still wanted this girl ass a slave for more than the weekend.We were sitting on the couch. Yoni’s collar was on the table. Little did I know I would soon find out. She sat down beside the bed and spoke softly telling me that when she was 13 and 14 she was shy and didn’t have much self-confidence, but the she had sex and everything changed, I was shocked that she had started so young , but, I didn’t say anything I just kept listening. She went on about telling me that our next door neighbor had taken her virginity and after that she was hooked on sex and that it boosted her self-esteem knowing that she could please.