Minutes later, before hanging up, she says, ‘The Silent Wife by A.S.A. Harrison.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘You asked me if I had read any good books lately.�...� ‘Right. I did, didn’t I? Any good?’ ‘It’s okay. See you at the Hilton.’ ************** Mindy’s out shopping and won’t return for a few hours. At least that’s what she tells Ben she told Sam as they greet each other in the lobby of the Hilton on this Saturday around noon, the Saturday following the Thursday that was Rosh Hashanah. She’s wearing a short. And it still wasn't over. After a while Ellie got out the vibrator, lubed it and began to use it on me. With a wicked smile on her lovely face she began to play a new game, of seeing how many times could she get Jo to orgasm. I was now lying on silk sheets, brain scrambled, utterly powerless in her hands, a pool of flesh that juddered and made small noises each time she made me come. Then, after she'd counted to twelve, Ellie relented and stopped and just held me for a while, whispering that I. I then started to tug at the hem of his Santa pants.‘Even Santa needs to let his hair…or his pants down I should say,’ I said. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’ve been wearing my pantyhose. Come on, relax!’I giggled.Alfred removed his braces and let his trousers fall and was now just in the cream pantyhose and red waistcoat.‘Ooh sexy Santa,’ I giggled.‘I think you’ve been at the wine all day,’ he said.I took out some make up and my mirror and applied at least two layers of red lipstick on,. I went back to the bedroom and started to gently touch her. Light finger tips up and down her legs, gentle kisses on her neck and lips. I kept that up until I heard the knocking and so did my wife. She tensed up but didn’t say anything. I sensed some confusion. Going to the front room, I opened the door and retrieved the tape recorder. Fast forwarding until the recording of my buddy came on. I played the first few minutes. Buddy: ‘Hey, how’s it going?’ Me: ‘Great’ Buddy: ‘Ready?’ Me: ‘Yes, she.