Was I a secret crossdresser? Only if one time counts as a trend. Thoughif I carried on I might turn out that way.Was I some kind of pervert? Not as fa... as I knew. I wasn't drawing somekind sexual pleasure, just a few brief hours of respite from the dreamsthat haunted me.Was I just deluding myself? I let this question slide for the timebeing because I wasn't sure how to answer it.What would my friends think? I didn't have time to answer that as thedoorbell rang. Hannah was standing there, with. "Stop shaking your head bitch!" Mistress ordered loudly, "or you will get it!"I stopped shaking my head and closed my eyes tightly in anticipation of what was inevitable. Slowly Mistress?s golden nectar began to roll into my mouth. It was warm and salty; I did the only thing I could do, swallow as much as possible and as quickly as possible.Soon Mistress had finished giving me her nectar and un-straddled me. She removed my gag and I felt her sweet pussy pressing against my lips."Clean me up. They never came back from the trip. Sue and Julia were responsible people, so we knew something bad had happened to them. The only thing for us to do was to send a larger group to try to find out what had happened. The two women had been gone for eight days when the rescue party was sent. We had to figure on a minimum of a three-day trip each way, and we had to add a couple of days to allow for accidents. Nevertheless, we couldn't wait any longer, so a detail was sent to look for them.Sue and. Living on the dole had become a way of life for him. He was not really disabled or handicapped in any manner; it was just because he was unable to find something that suited him after so many years of working at the North Pole for the no-nonsense Santa Claus and his Elf-hating spouse. He had decided to call it quits after the reindeer incident and he knew how plausible the explanation sounded, he would not be able to convince Santa of his complete innocence in the matter. Besides, Mrs. Claus.