Mary tries, twice more, each time with the same result. Hi dere boss lady!”
Mary Christmas: “RUDY! Indian Sex *****
Act Two, Scene Three. Mary Christmas: “Ok everybody – Here we go! Mary Christmas: “Hmmm, what does this one want, I wonder?” She reads the note at the foot of the bed “Oooh! After several minutes of sapphic massage, she removes her hands, and steps back to admire her handiwork as the titties stand proudly, pointing upwards. I suppose if I have to…”
She kneels, and obediently begins to perform oral sex on the old man. No problem, I have one here. Rendezvous back here in six hours, ok?”
All cast under four foot high: “YES BOSS!”
Mary Christmas: “And none of that wasting time singing the ‘Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho’ song either, just get on with it!”
Third Elf (muttering): “Stuck up bitch.”
Mary Christmas: “What was that?”
First Elf: “He said he has an itch, boss.”
Mary Christmas: “Well tell him to scratch it, and then get on with it, the lot of you. She steps down from the bed and hastily pulls the boy’s shorts back up.
