I guess if I had a last name it would be Elfgirl because I come from a long line of female elves that install, fix and maintain all the Christmas bell... at the North Pole.I was a bit sad this year because I had made the decision to break away from my happy home and leave the nest for an adventure in the outside world. We were not allowed to have television, movies, or any of that sort of nonsense in the workshops because it slowed down our production. The Kringles were very strict with their. The girls shivered.Mark and Tucker found themselves chuckling slightly. Karen offered a glare in their direction, and they quickly silenced themselves.The family did joke and talk at dinner, though. It wasn’t all silence and grim talk. They reminisced about some of the weird reactions they got from Betty’s clients.“Oh my gosh, that guy, Gene! I thought he was going to have a heart attack when Mistress Karen told him he couldn’t touch my leg! He nearly pissed himself,” Cheyenne laughed.“Yeah,. I started spying her from the first day.purposely i would rub her ass while i cross her. She would lookup and give a smile. This moved on for a week.by her expressions i came to know that she wanted sex. I took leave one day and stayed home. After all left i went to see what she was doing. She was standing near the washbasin and washing vessels. I went near her and touched her ass. She turned back and give me a smile. I started to move my hands slowly all over her ass .she came a little back. I. ..' I came back with a small glass of cooking oil, Bruce smiled and ordered me to '...make my dick real slick and then oil up your asspussy. I'm gonna fuck you like you're my real bitch today...' When I had done as he wanted Bruce had me lay on my back and raise my legs. Bruce crawled between my thighs and guided his rock hard shaft to my oil slick anus. Once his rubbery rock hard penile head touched my anal opening Bruce slipped his arms under my shoulders and held me tight as he entered my.