"Laurie, you don't have to tell me." I want to tell you. I want you to know everything. He... he asked me to do it. I thought I was making him happy."...The story flowed from her in a torrent of words punctuated by sobs. It was a story like many others: a woman trying to please her man by giving him control of her sexuality; her man not knowing what he wanted of her or himself; his intoxication with the power her love gave him; setting limits beyond what was desired; limits tested and surpassed;. ‘Oh God yes Monique’ she screamed, ‘Oh fuck fuck fuck!’ She was pushing her pussy hard into Moniques face while her hands pushed Moniques face into her pussy. Her whole pelvic area was twitching and jerking with f***e as the orgasm climaxed, and as it subsided she let go of Moniques head and her body went limp, leaning against the cabinets behind her. ‘Very well Monique, nicely done. Now get some warm wash cloths and wipe me off.’ ‘Yes ma’am’ Monique replied, her eyes cast down showing her. "Her adrenaline was running crazy as her mind tried to find some rhyme or reason. With a sarcastic tone she said, "I didn't know he'd send Mrs. Claus [would - to] visit me tonight." I'm not Mrs. Claus; I'm one of Santa's helpers. He uses us because there's just too much for him to cover in one night. My name is Nicky."Due to the fact she left her glasses next to the bed, she squinted at the clock. It was three a.m. "You're out kinda late aren't you? I thought Santa made his rounds at midnight.". Despite your intense training your body was kept lean, with the muscles seeming to accentuate your figure beautifully, you also had a tan from being outside so often. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but.