Eddie told the crowd, and he spoke directly to me and Evan that if he even thought we had a cell phone turned on that we’d have it shoved up our asses and kicked out of the party -for good! “Maybe I could bring Mrs. “Did you like taking that ice-cold dildo up your ass?”
“Just peachy, Sir! I tucked it away. I lost track! If you won’t lick it, why would any of us eat you out?”
“Oh, yes,” Blitzen must have remembered how she had been trained to respond to questions like this. “Don’t worry, slut! “Hit her like you mean it, Nick,” Dad encouraged me. He was finally prepared to start the next challenge. “The losers will pack the dildo you freshly cleaned up their asses, waddle back over to the front of the line, and feed it to you to clean AGAIN. “Yet, look at this,” Eddie told her to pick up her dildo and sniff it. There was no Red Rider BB-Gun, X-Box, PlayStation 5, Nintendo Switch, or 10-speed bike that could overshadow the present of participating in this party. “You’ll deep throat them, wash them with your spit, and pass them to the reindeer to your left when I say CUM!