My lips moving, but no sounds issuing forth.I’m lost, awash in feelings and sensations of what you must be feeling as you watch me. Oh, I wish you w...ere watching me right now. My skin is tingly. Without even touching it, my cock is rigid, throbbing to the right because of my natural curve. I want you to watch me touch it. To watch me run a finger up the shaft and onto the ridge of the head. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of precum out. Want to watch me. We talked and she starts asking me more personal questions.im already dressed ina light blue and white short dress and knee high stelletto boots and tells me the she was a former lesbien. i said how can u be a former lez? she says that she discovered dick! i laughed and she kisses me on my lips. i didn;t react and she did it again. she lays along side of me and we we start some heavy groping and feeling each others bodies. we were really going at it an Scott walks in as we were starting to. Pulling out, several bands of leather with wide bucklesand D rings. He took his time fastening one to my wrist, then the other.The click of the padlocks holding everything together made my heart leapinto my throat. Feeling his hands on my thighs got me breathing heavyagain. He fastened the other leather cuffs around my thighs and ankles,again taking his time, letting his hands roam all over me."Kneel," he said simply. I sank to my knees, momentarily glad for theextra cushion the thigh boots. I was wearing a purple nightgown with just panties underneath. He leaned in to my face and puckered his lips. "Can Santa have a kiss?" I wanted the iPad so badly that I leaned up and kissed his lips. His big white beard tickled my chin, nose, and cheeks as Santa started kissing me with passion. His tongue was caressing mine and thrusting into my mouth. Every once in a while he would suck on my bottom lip. He tasted like milk and cookies. He took the white gloves off his hand and set them on the.