I took his hands and I put them up under my shirt so he could feel how hot my tits really were. Then I started to dry hump his cock. He was so hard an...d had a boner the size of Mt. Rushmore. I stood up and said: "rub my pussy Santa." Santa reached under my skirt and started to rub my pussy, but instead he lifted my skirt all the way and ate my pussy until Mrs. Elf came back.I'll see you tonight Santa. And with that I left the mall. Drove home with a wet, dripping pussy and very perky tits. Put. "I think what you need is a good hard fuck. Maybe if you had something up your ass besides your little entourage's heads, you might have a better attitude towards others here at the office. Now are you ready to learn some respect and manners slut?" I asked. "Yesss..." she moaned, more audibly now. I pulled my fingers out of her and slapped her inner thighs repeatedly. "I told you to call me Master!" I said, slapping a thigh with each word. "Ow! Ow! Sorry Master! Sorry!" she said, quickly.. “Ahh! You’re squashing me!”“Good! Tarzan like squashed squaw. Make good lunch!”“Your lunch is going to bite you if you don’t let go,” Dani grunted with the last of her air.Jonathan loosened his grip and kissed her tenderly on her cheek. “Tarzan no want bit by lunch.”“You’re goofy,” Dani replied, smiling at him.“No, I’m Yosemite Sam,” Jonathan grinned, “an’ nobody’s gonna cheat me outta mah lunch – ’specially no goll-durned varmit. So DRAW, Rabbit!”Dani licked his face. “I don’t have a pencil.. We didn’t usually need both at once. If we were boarding a pirate, we needed spearmen to back up the shield wall. We might also need a couple of archers but not many.Until then, though, the shieldmen were protecting everyone else from enemy archers: our own archers, the crew, the helmsmen, the officers. We needed as many archers as we could get to eliminate the enemy archers, cut down on their numbers, kill their officers and helmsmen and rowers, and just generally convince the pirates that.