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“I’d have to ask this girl, and then she’d figure out her mom cheated on her dad. “Only one of you is playing the game, and the other is squatting like a duck, retrieving my wreaths,” I tossed one and missed by a mile. The men tried to toss the wreaths onto the dildos sticking out of the women’s butts while the women slowly fucked themselves -like moving targets. Do that before she gets dressed.”

“Before she gets dressed?” I asked for confirmation. “Land one on the candy cane, and I will,” Donder teased. If it was worth it to them to humiliate themselves this much to avoid singing Christmas Carols, I’d spread my wreaths around. “Your mom is hardcore into the Christmas party traditions, Son. You can invite them to snap pictures, throw snowballs at the girls, whatever,” Eddie suggested. “No crying if your fat ass gets beaned in the process. It was something you had to see to believe. Thanks to me! “What?” she whispered as she pulled her throat off of my cock. It’s kind of a humiliating punishment. Then she looked over her shoulder quickly to ensure my Aunt Daisy wasn’t watching. “Absolutely,” I agreed. “I am telling you that my mouth is for farting in, Sir!” she grinned.