Glad I could help.” I got up, unaware at just how hard I was. She looked down at the bulge practically in her face.“Seems like you enjoyed it to...” she smirked at me.I turned a little red. “Yeah, that was really hot” I explained.“Yeah it was. Here, sit down.”I sat down next to her. She stood up and kneeled in front of me, between my legs. “Wait. What?” I started to object.“Do you want to cum or not?” She replied.“Well, yeah. But you’re gay”“So. Obviously I’ve played with dicks before. . "Clumsy old coot," I grumbled under my breath and hopped out of thesleigh to help my red velvet attired boss back to his feet.Not that I was much fucking help. The old man was over three feet tallerthan me and weighed at least four times as much. Regardless the big manwas back on his feet, velvet bag slung over his shoulder, staggeringtoward the chimney.I shook my head, glanced about the roof, spotted Santa's flask andswooped down to retrieve it. He must have dropped the damned thing whenhe. As Tom calmed down during the rest of the lesson, for some reason he started to feel that he was going to miss out on what he wanted to find out, which was how much the cane actually hurt. He certainly wouldn’t have volunteered for the cane, but as he had received two detentions, and the minimum four strokes that would have meant which Tom had conditioned himself to over the last couple of days, all of that made him wonder if, in fact, he was missing out. What was more, he had so often. " Jane seemed determined to inform Emma about licensing laws, and unfortunately Amanda did nothing to stop her this time. "... you are not allowed to purchase food or alcohol; these must be ordered by the member. You are not allowed to enter any other area of Persephone's, except in the company of a member."Jane then turned her attention back to Amanda and asked, "Will you or your guest be using the dressing room?"Emma really didn't like the sneer in Jane's voice as she said 'guest', 'And.