Gary was in a zone and still whipping Donna’s red ass and leaving a hatch-work of lines on her quivering cheeks until I grabbed his arm to stop him.... Donna collapsed sobbing when I untied her arms and legs. Gary suddenly seemed to notice the condition of Donna’s butt and started to apologize. I stopped him and told him that she usually had her hardest orgasms while she was being brutalized. By this time Donna had crawled over to the mirror and was snorting lines while rubbing lotion on her. "Do I look nice?"She was wearing the pleated mini and, while it had come up a bit as she twirled, it wasn't nearly enough for me to see anything. She did look nice though. "Absolutely gorgeous." I finally got a chance to see her legs up close and they were fine looking, though a little thin. "Your legs are lovely. You should show them off every chance you get."She blushed again: "Thank you, sir."She grabbed a bowl of cereal and we left the house to go to work. I didn't see her that day, but she. The elf watched as Santa blinked."Now, have you been nice or naughty?" Santa continued in a jollydemeanor. "Or maybe you shouldn't tell me." I'm never naughty," the girl smiled, looking over at her boyfriend."Well... almost never." Come over here James," Santa said, "and tell me what you want forChristmas."The older man took off his coat and carefully sat down on Santa's otherknee as his partner wriggled over. They both smiled as their photographwas taken."I can tell you what she wants for. I don't know if you know, but he got hit in the game last night." She swallowed. "Yeah, I know. I saw. How is he? It looked pretty bad." "He's got a concussion. That's why I'm calling. He's at home, but last word is he's got a monster headache—which is not unusual—and he needs time to rest. I know you must be worried, but I wanted to tell you to give him a few days." "Okay." "Look, Ryan, don't worry too much about this. You probably won't hear from him for a few days, but that's par for the.