“Santa do you have a CAP Card? Do you consider yourself a stud?” Clara could not believe that she had said that. Angela giggled.Santa asked Mrs. C...aus to grab his bag. Mrs. Claus was a buxom middle-aged lady, or well, it was hard to tell under the costume and wig. Santa pulled out his card from a suit bag that he obviously used for the Santa costume. He had a quite respectable 6.0. Clara popped it into her card reader. He was not very aggressive. Less than she was actually. A decent parent,. . well, eventful was too mild a word. I needed sleep myself. I offered to carry him upstairs if he wanted to join me in bed, but he declined. He would like a bit more food, if I'd be so good—still that almost formalized courtesy—and I obliged, refreshed his water again and rinsed out the shot glass before I put everything down for him. I made sure the door was cracked so he could come and go as he pleased for potty needs, and took myself to bed.Sometime in the night he apparently made his own. "I think she needs to think things over. Encourage her, slave." With that, the slave leans her head upwards, against Ashley's warm, puffy lips. The girl's mouth, forced open by the ring gag begins to slowly lick Ashley's cunt. "Nice and slow slave. We don't want her enjoying it too much. Even slower. Good. Good little slave girl," Mistress praises, running her fingers through the girl's thin, dark hair. The bound, plugged, little slave laps ever so softly at Ashley's clit. With every pass of. They both enjoyed the feel of her wet lips caressing the full length of his hard cock. She rose up, took Matt’s rod in her hand, and placed his tip carefully poised at her entrance, just leaving him in contact at her doorway, while she hovered above him and stroked him slowly with her hand. He tried to thrust up into her, but she held him firm, in place, teasing him. Soon, the teasing of his tip around her own wet lips was just too much for her. Neither he nor she could wait any longer for.