. I believe you told Santa that you'd be over to tell him what you wanted for the holidays...as a matter of fact, you promised. Broken promises to San...ta= a lump of coal and a permanent spot on the , you are aware of that correct?'The k**s who remained in the line began to say 'Oh no she's gonna be on the Naughty List!!!' Dominique went on with Santa's act and got in line, she milked the whole thing by letting a few k**s who had already seen Santa go head of her in the 'fear of landing on the. Pinching and rolling them between his fingers.Pulling my mouth to his, he nearly devoured me. Our tongues simulating what we wanted and needed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist."I could barely walk all day. You're gonna get the fucking of a lifetime." He growled at me.Pushing me to the wall, he used one hand to unbuckle his belt and drop his pants to his ankles, kicking them off. I could feel his cock spring free, rubbing against my ass. His other hand was making. ? I looked in the mirror. There I was, shiny Mary Jane shoes, sheer white stockings,ending just below the hem of my short short pleated plaid skirt. Slim whitewaist rising above the low waistband, full breasts pushing out of the low cutred satin bra. Looking in the mirror at Daddy's face over my shoulder, I felta wave of shame flood over me, and tried to turn away. I looked like a streetwalker! ?No dear, don't turn away. Look at yourself, understand what you have done.? I looked, biting my lip. . I look like a student.The lady behind the desk sent me up to the only man in the building who wasn't, at the moment, teaching. I followed her contorted directions and found T.C. Whittier Ph.D. in his office. I rapped."Come in, come in, come in," he sounded peevish. "You're Austin?" Yes, Sir," and I started to tell him the rest but he broke in with,"Are you my student?" I can't really blame him for the question, if I had been in his classes he would recognize me.I tried but he overrode me."If.