I scanned the small dwelling, which consisted solely of a red brick fireplace with a small flame dancing above golden embers, two forest-green cushion...ed chairs with matching ottomans, and a red velvet sofa. I assumed that the absence of a kitchen was because the exterior offered plenty to eat. Santa motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs that faced the fireplace. It was difficult for me to take my eyes from his face because of the resemblance to Angie’s father. In fact, the entire scene. ….“Bunny? Buunnnnyyy?” Her husband softly prodded, gently lifting up her drool covered chin. Even with the large panel penis gag strapped tightly around her face, Bunny had drooled out a small pond’s worth of saliva as she had sobbed, moaned and screamed during her almost hour long ‘horse riding’ session.Slowly she opened her puffy watery eyes, finally focusing on her husband who was holding up her head and lovingly stoking her one of her beautiful bound breast’s. “God you are gorgeous Bunny!”. That evening, once in bed, I told my wife about Dave… His looks, his demeanor, how we knew each other. She seemed excited with cautious reservations. She asked lots of question and some I had to ‘wing’. I described his looks and even got my phone to show her a picture of Dave. She looked at it for a long time. It was just a vanilla picture, yet my wife seemed pleased. “What do you know about his sexual past?” she asked.“He’s been married for a long time” I replied, trying to show a stable. .that I saw you making out with your boyfriend...that I'd seen your breasts, your nipples...that I saw you naked after a shower...your hair, down below," Bobby answered grinning, ticking off each of his points on his fingers."You pig!" They loved it. You were the most popular girl in the whole school for my friends. They always wanted to hear my latest story. They were always staring at you in the cafeteria or when they saw you in the hall...wondering." How'd you know what my underwear was.