”“Yes, good boy.” I heard what sounded like he’d popped his cheek with his finger, and as soon as I heard it, my panties were pulled aside and... he plunged his pointer finger into my asshole. I was a good sissy, so instead of wincing forward in pain, I moaned and pushed back as he stuck it all the way up to his knuckle. “And do you know what this is?” he asked.“It’s my pussy,” I replied, and almost instantly felt the sting of another spank to my ass. “No, faggot,” he said. “It’s my pussy. I own. I watched her writh around in pain and pleasure as several hands started to undress me and my girlfriend.I was right there was a loud scream from the blond and she started begging for mercy at 10 minutes. Of course no body listen to her pleas for mercy as they continued to fuck her like crazy. At 12 minutes her body went limp, she had passed out and they carried her from the bed to a sofa where she could rest in peace while a couple of girls tried to revive her. After a couple of minutes she. Then he saw the back of Santa's suit. Heshrank back as Santa turned to his bag. What was behind him causedChris's heart to sink. It was a bike. It was a sparkly purple bike. Itwas a girl's bike! It had a pink and white backpack attached and hadpink, purple, and white streamers coming out of the handlebars.What Santa did next made Chris think he was dreaming. He pulled out ofhis bag a green and white Christmas dress. It looked just like the onethat girl wore at the mall. But he was a boy. Santa. I could feel my cock rubbing against her thigh every time she squirmed to get away. As she laughed and struggled to get away, I grabbed at her sides more and more until she bucked her hips right onto my cock. I think the tip pushed at her lips a little because it felt so damn good that I closed my eyes a little and let the feelings just rush over me. I hope that Patty hadn’t noticed what I was doing but I was wrong. “What are you poking me with?” Patty suddenly stopped to ask. I must have been.