" I don't want to work for anybody else." There was something in his voice that told me he was looking for a way to get something from me, but that so...ething wasn't a job. I'd wondered how Walt had convinced him to come over to my house like he had."Tell me what you do want to do, and how you're hoping to do it." He looked at me, wetting his lips, uncertain if he might be exposing himself to ridicule, and ultimately, to the disappointment of being turned down. Finally deciding that it was worth. I run my fingers through my damp hair and throw on my bathrobe and head to the kitchen. Passing the living room I find Brian has set all the food on the coffee table and is plopped down on the couch. I take a seat next to him and dig in. In no time I am back to being Kathy the wife, mother and career woman, not the wanton slut begging to be fucked by another mans cock. I didn't realize how hungry I was and soon am gobbling up the food over small talk with Brian. I reach for the bottle of wine. You are much more aggressive and focused when you return. Placing guys hands on your hips as though you have been given free range to have anyone you please. These are your new toys and you are playing with them all. You place one guy’s hands on your hips from behind then look at guys in front of you while playing with your hem again, this time lifting it to just below your panties and showing your beautiful legs. You wiggle with the guy holding your waist and guide his hand over your hip and. We’ve more presents to deliver and we’re already late.’ Anne’s lips formed a puckered pout. ‘Just for a little while?’ ‘We’d love to play,’ Tollkühn said. ‘But Santa is waiting. Do you want other little girls to not get their presents because we were playing with you?’ Anne shook her head. ‘That’s why we need you to let us out the door.’ With a sniffle, the girl nodded. ‘Ok. C’mon.’ ‘It worked,’ Nebelhaft gasped. ‘Of course it did,’ Tollkühn said, crawling from beneath the bed. ‘She’s a girl,.