That's why I'm doing this. I continued lying to myself as to why I didn't just get up off of his cock. Fuck he feels so good, the last thought barging...into my head before he mercifully responded to my plea."David, do you think I want this to get out? C'mon shorty; you're smarter than that." Shorty, again he called me shorty, god that turned me on even more if that was even possible.With that, he reached up and turned my face to his, and he kissed me. Not a long passionate kiss but a soft, quick. I can grant you one wish.”I said, “No shit?”God Bless CanadaThis one is compliments of neubergerHere is one that should come with a warning to not drink or eat while reading.“As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his
 fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill
them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay’s kids’ stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly. You circle me, almost like a predator circling his prey, using gentle touches along my skin, causing me to shiver and quietly moan. With each electric touch, my nether regions keep getting wetter and wetter, and my nipples harden under your intense gaze. You have ordered me to dance, but I don’t know how. I am grateful for your kind guidance and understanding as you help me explore this world I am so new to. After you are satisfied with my dance, you grab my wrists and some of my hair, gaining. Like that police crime lab in Houston. What a fiasco! At least now they have an independent forensic lab. Not one that works only for the police and prosecutors.”“Every city should do that.”Doctor Edmonton continued working on me as we talked. I again suspected that our conversation was some sort of beside manner. Something to take my mind off ... everything.“Good luck getting independent labs in this climate. Anyway, there were two primary concerns that the NAS had regarding criminal forensics.