As I was finger fucking myself, I began to imagine Mark’s cock inside of me instead of my fingers. I fucked myself faster and harder until my wrist ...hurt from being bent in such an upward position. I sighed as I realized that I wouldn’t be able to get myself off tonight. Not after being serviced so expertly by Mark earlier. Mark and his nice, 7 inch, hard, smooth, soft cock. I remembered how it curved upward, how he shuddered when I touched it... Without thinking about it, I imagined what it’d. When i looked at him i saw his shorts were baggy and i could see his big cock and balls hanging there. I was getting hot looking at him, he came over and sat next to me. He placed his hand on my leg,i was getting hotter and horny. He said to me stand up so i did. He turned me around, and he started to un button my shirt. I was breathing heavier, he got my shirt off then the t shirt he was behind me he reached around rubbing my nipples. I was so hot he then reached around and unbuckled my belt.. When we pulled off the motorway, I texted Karen to say we were five minutes away and she replied saying my outfit was in the kitchen and 'hope you're hungry for cock bitch cos u r sooo gonna get it xx' I texted back, 'I'm ALWAYS hungry for cock, and I can't wait to get it xx' Karen replied, 'ur such a dirty slut aren't u? u love it.' I sent, 'fuck yeah, I so wanna be your whore.' We drove into the garage and Lucy finished off my makeup with bronzer, blush, eyeliner, slutty blue smokey. That was weird! Then he said, “Taste them,” and handed me one of the dozen or so he had just decorated. This night was so weird that I would have tried anything. I took one bite and was instantly in shock. Those cookies didn’t taste like sex. They tasted like normal sugar cookies with the best vanilla icing that has ever been made. “Holy Jingle Bells!” I thought, “Santa shoots icing. What is next?” Still in shock, he grabs my wrist and whisks me up the chimney to the waiting sleigh. We.