The woman looks at the fawn, and then turns her head in my direction.I stand as still as I can. I strain my eyes to see the face of this incredible wo...man. Her head is almost in a position where I can begin to make out a few features.And then I wake up.I write my dream down and try to get back to the point where she is turning. It doesn't work. The dream is lost forever. I finally had to go over to the computer and bring up some pictures of Anna. After spending considerable time recalling my. ‘Me for one.’ I saw her shoulders slump forward from the corner of my eye and heard her sigh in the fading light. ‘You’re right. I just get so frustrated sometimes.’ I could hear the weariness in her voice as she asked, ‘Why can’t I find a guy who love me for the way I am inside too?’ ‘Probably because you haven’t looked in the right direction yet,’ I answered somewhat evasively. I hoped that she wouldn’t ask the question that hung in the air. She did though. ‘Then what direction should I. Only God knows why. Santa Claus and Christmas was the only thing I liked in that stinking orphanage I was raised in. I may be your hot wife and your slut, but I won’t have you do anything to sully those childhood memories.” “Sandy, I’m a thug, true enough, however, I also cherished Christmas as a child. I loved it back home when ‘Ded Moroz’ and ‘Sneguročka’ brought all the children presents. I will NOT tolerate that he deprives our children because I am not a good person. I have just made him. " She whimpered yes. I said, "Tell me you're my bitch, say it." I'm you're bitch, I'm you're bitch. Oh you fucking me so good, I'm bout to cum." I slapped her ass again, pulled her hair, called her bitch, and fucked her in the tempo she liked."Shit!" she said, as her body released it's climatic fluids for the second time. I remained inside of her, grabbed her by her throat, kissed her deep and passionately. She wanted me to lay down, I removed the harness and tossed it in the corner on the.