"I asked for this when I was Eleven...how did you...? "Santa Claus, at your service." he said tipping his red cap. As he turned to leave claire spoke ...up again. "Can you help me put it on?" Santa smiled and with a nod walked over. Claire turned her body and moved her long blonde hair to the side as Santa drapped the necklace across her neck and clasped it in the back. Claire stood up and happily pranced about. "It looks amazing...don't you think?" Santa watched as the sparkly blue gem moved back. She couldn't decide if it was because of what her children had just done... or because of the sudden loss she felt because she didn't have that kind of intimacy in her life any more.Exhaustion finally claimed it's hold on Claire's consciousness, and she fell asleep.She woke later, having a dream about a man's hand cupping her breast... a strong man's hand. It felt good. She smiled at her dream and drifted back to sleep.Claire woke to see brighter light coming in around the blinds and drapes. The session was however interspersed with poses, during which, M, under the pretext of maintaining my motivation (implying my well-trained cock), I lifted the nipple clamps to rework them by pinching and twisting them. Several times, in doing this M, tore me some moans but the pain had the desired effect as my mistress could verify by passing her hand between my legs to gauge the hardness of my penis. Following the session, M untied me and dragged me by the end of my penis in front of a mirror. He had used her like an animal--his own wife the thought sickened her and tears brimmed her eyes.She had actually looked forward to the first evening with him and had been preparing herself mentally for weeks before to make certain she entered the marital relationship with the correct attitude. She knew he had resented her not giving herself to him before marriage, and she also knew that most of her friends had not saved themselves for that first night either. But, she had vowed that theirs was.