He has been watching your every movement since wefinished dinner and sat down." Leslie snorted in derision and yet curiousto check for herself looked ...across the room towards the bar. Sure enoughthere was the barman, Jack, appraising her with lustful eyes, seeminglyundressing her from where he stood. Leslie blushed and stammered inresponse."I, a, well that is to say, I am not sure. Well you know he must realisethat I am a transvestite. Doesn't he?" Leslie looked at Sarah, but sheonly responded. I believe I got back a-at about..." her high-pitched voice trailed off once again, "3:20, master."I sighed deeply, so as to exaggerate my disappointment. Well, at least she remembered to call me 'master'. I smiled at the thought of her seeing me as her owner. I looked down at her small cock, encased by the chastity cage I got for her. It rested in between her smooth thighs, which I'd commanded her to always keep shaven, which I was glad to see she'd been doing."I think I need to start punishing. ” His request was met with a steely stare as I held up my hands and showed the ripped flesh around both wrists and the now bandaged broken hand. “Life’s a bitch sometimes Chuck…” I said with a crooked smile. “Now, here’s what you’re going to say. I wrote it down so you won’t forget.” I held up the piece of paper and said “read it once so I know you’ve got it down before I dial our friend’s number.” “Sally, it’s Charles, we have a problem. Barney. Santa's crushing tonnage reduced her resistance to zip and nil. Pitiful sounds from her nose and stuffed mouth did not penetrate the great laughter from Santa Claus. With a hilarious whoop of primal exuberance, Santa finished her off jamming all of his tool to the balls inside her warm insides.Huffing and puffing he withdrew his still tumescent prick. He lit his queer looped pipe and puffed white smoke contentedly in an overstuffed armchair while observing his pretty Xmas gift to himself. Her.