“Oh no,” Blitzen was clearly disappointed for me. “Sometimes I really enjoy it when Eddie gets a zinger on his wife, but when you called me a farty butt or something? “Just peachy, Sir!”
“How about calling me Master?” Evan asked playfully as he tossed a wreath that bounced off the back of my sister’s head and skittered to the head. “What are these fat titties good for? You get off on being watched fucking that dildo, don’t you?”
“Hehe, yes, Sir!”
“I bet you’d love nothing more than opening your windows in your shower at night, playing with yourself when your husband is asleep, knowing I am watching through the fucking window because you are a dirty, fucking RILF – a Reindeer I’d like to fuck!!”
That one got some laughs – I was back in business! There were no cars out, and it was Chilly on Christmas Eve – it wasn’t likely we’d run into someone, but you never know. “I was told that we’d get spanked or sent to the naughty corner if we made me cum before
