Icould ‘Ho! Ho! HO!’ it through the night and not haveto worry what anybody was saying. Alice sent me out tofind a costume, telling me not...come back without agood-looking Santa suit. It took awhile but I found agreat suit at an outrageous rental, I felt that notonly had I done what my wife asked, I was sticking itto her company at the same time. When I got back home, my wife was still in panties butshe had added a camisole and I noticed she was braless.God she looked so sexy, I knew. She began stroking me, smiling. "You have a lot of stress built up in your chakras," she said. "I'm going to help you release it." With that, she stripped out of her clothes revealing a body that looked even better naked than clothed. She held her hand in front of her face and licked her fingers before putting them between her legs and wetting her pussy. This display did the impossible; it made me even harder for her. She climbed up onto me, her knees on the edge of the massage table on either. These would be of some color, cut, or another attribute (laciness was popular) that completely violated the school’s sartorial rules.There was some exciting risk to this because sometimes the nuns would conduct random “panty-checks” of their young charges. Any girl caught with improper underwear had to immediately report to the “paddle room” for corporal punishment. The nuns would beat them, first on the seats of their drawers and then on their bare backsides. Up to three girls could be lined. I also set up my laptop, plugged it in and got it booted up. Then I attached the data cable leading between the sat-phone and my computer. There. While everything was shaking down I opened up a spiral bound notebook and started taking notes.I needed a cleaning crew to come out and give the whole place a good working over. All the linens and rugs had to be cleaned. All the J-traps in any un-used bathrooms had to be filled with mineral oil. The first floor also needed a thorough cleaning that.