There HAD to be some money init somewhere, he wouldn't have made it past the frontdesk otherwise. Sixteen year old girl wanders in attwo-thirty in the... morning, dressed like a cheaphooker; the night clerk would have taken one look at her and demanded payment up front. This wasn't somebackstreet clip joint either; he'd be asking at leastseventy dollars a night, breakfast not included.Hearing the tell-tale jingle of loose change, Dannyremembered to breath and quickly located the source.There was a. He lifted his leg over her head so that she was between his legs. She waited further instructions.“First I have some questions for you and then you’re going to please me slave,” he told her as he stroked the crop down her front and caressed her breasts with it.“Yes Master,” she answered even though the crop distracted her a bit.“First I have to ask how you feel about bisexual relationships. Your slave sisters are bi. I need to know now so I know what I can ask of you and what to expect of what. Just one last one, before I leave? One feeding, could we?"Wendy gulped and looked down, searching for an answer. As her eyes came back up and she started the "no" on her tongue, she watched Jenna pull the nightdress over her head and drop it to the floor, standing in front of her, her young body naked in the soft light of the bedroom."Aunt Wendy," she whispered, kneeling on the floor at the woman's feet, "please." Jenna, Jenna... don't... don't do that..." Wendy's words came out in a raspy. "It looks amazing...don't you think?" Santa watched as the sparkly blue gem moved back and forth and came to rest in her bountiful cleavage. As his gaze lingered on her chest Claire began to laugh. "Wow even Ole Saint Nick is a breast man, huh?" she said. "I'm terribly sorry my dear, I'd best be going now." he said flustered. "Now now, don't be embarrasse. All men have their own little kinks." "I'm not most guys, I'm over 1,000 years old." "What's age have to do with anything? Guys of all ages.