"Why don't you come and sit on Santa's lap, dear, and tell him all about what you want for Christmas?" I slid onto his lap and snuggled against his bu...ly frame. I smelled fir needles and wood smoke as I leaned closer to whisper in his ear and tell him of all the secret longings I'd been holding inside. I hardly noticed that my robe had fallen open exposing most of my breasts, until I felt Santa's whiskers tickling my cleavage. I felt something else, too, rising like a Yule log pressing up. ?Let’s go to the girl’s room,? she said. It was clear to all that it wasn’t an invitation, but an order. Ian and I watched them sashay across the room ?So John, how are things with you?? he said once the women had left.I took a second to realize I was being spoken to ?W?what?? I replied. I couldn’t believe he was asking me that: This man, this bastard, had spent the last three months gradually enslaving my wife, against my wishes, and he was casually enquiring about my health.He seemed to. I ease your blouse down your shoulders, now only your bra from the waist up. "Do it. Your eyes closed." Your fingers find the clasp and your breasts surge forward, your nipples hard and erect and the cool air seems to tease them unbearably.I have you stand and I remove your blouse and bra completely. I lead you to the wall, gently push you against it. "Stay there, and keep your eyes closed."The repeated injunctions to keep your eyes closed make you desperately curious to know what you're not. "When you have lived as long as I have, you learn how to cook."I looked down at the empty plate. "Well maybe you can teach me sometime."Jon suddenly looked surprised. "You mean you're staying for a while?"I looked up at his scared face. "Why is that shocking?" I asked, feeling a little uneasy.Jon looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, well, Devnik has never brought anyone here before. But, um, in the stories that he tells me, he usually uses his mistress of the time ... then kills her.He ended.