I was shocked at how competitive they were for bragging rights to win a silly game and avoid singing carols. We are in the home stretch now, boys! 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! “No crying if your fat ass gets beaned in the process. I shouldn’t have done that. No one questioned me or corrected me. You really are here to play! “It’s frostier than a witch’s titty. I am sure the guys would consider it a punishment, though – look at all these other women…” She removed her finger and indicated the pretty girls – either getting dunked or cheering on the finalists.
