’ ‘Mayhap, I should warm your lovely ass myself.’ She couldn’t see him but felt his smile none the less. ‘As you wish my lord, do what thou ...ilt.’ He pushed her off, in a playful way and sat up, pulling her back across his lap so that her rounded ass cheeks sat across his middle. It took some adjustments to get her rear in the right position, she squirmed and he seated his cock so that it lay against the open lips of her vulva. She felt his hands doing a slow, gentle circular rub over her rear. “What are you asking? Did you want to go on a mission or something?” I asked. She snorted a laugh and said, “Oh no, I’m way too out of shape to keep up, that and I would have to relearn everything and the toy lover wouldn’t let that fly.” Mrs. Claus took another sip of her wine and asked, “Do you really want to know what I want?” I sat there feeling a little uncomfortable with the way she was talking about Santa, granted I had heard rumors that he spent way too much time with the toy makers,. But I had never taken interest in them, as my line of interest is totally different. But what I was witnessing is different, now I was looking physically that too with such close proximity, it was none other than my own sister whom I never had even dreamed also. It became almost unbearable by her, she ran to the bathroom and bolted inside. I don't know what her feeling was. Whether she felt ashamed of being seen by her own brother, or guilt or she was embarrassed by my look as I was seeing her. And Elliot." Why Elliot?" It's like everyone wanted a piece of Sarah, to use her. Carrie kept piling up the shows and the photo shoots and Elliot kept needing her to draw his newest concepts. There were weeks when she worked constantly: the tutors, the dance classes, the modeling, the drawing, travelling either to a gig or with Elliot. She's a powerhouse, Sophie, so she managed to keep from falling apart. But it added up. And spring ... driving her relentlessly in Europe without a break and.