43“Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother, and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.”
Christmas music played in the Tom Gray store. But the presents were yet to be boxed.
Ava’s body was draped over a white grand piano. Her legs were spread open, showcasing the white lace between her thighs. They had cuffed her ankles to the piano legs with golden bracelets.
Diamond bracelets tied her arms together behind her head. And a nude-pink bra blended into her body, rising with her raised arms. Half of the roundness peeked out.
Her back arched over the piano, the silhouette of a woman mid-s*x. She wore heels that wrapped around her in red ribbon. The silk braided around her calf, up her knee, and tied to a
