She nodded and smiled, though there was a sadness in her dark eyes. “It is me. At least, it is the me you need to See.”He frowned at that and shoo... his head slightly. Had he heard her correctly? What did that mean? “Are you well?” He couldn’t remember exactly, but visions of her being harmed flashed into his mind. He dispelled them before they grew too painful.“I am,” she replied. “Do you want me?”He blinked. What kind of question was that? “Of course, I want you!” He told her as he took a step. When what did she feel but strong fingers digging into her crack,as Santa grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to give her a good whack,Taylor blurted this is just wrong as her healthy pink skin bottom was soon displayed.The cool air felt good on her rosy butt cheeks, but not for long.Her underwear had been lowered by Santa with care, while Taylor yelled that this just wasn't fair.Santa pulled down her light blue nylon bikini panties down while Taylor hoped her panties were. The rest of the school day passed in much the same manner. People seemedto be questioning my gender more than I thought they should, but at leastnobody seemed to notice my earrings. If they had, at least they didn'tmention it.Eventually the three of us were walking home, one day closer to the endof the school year. "Are you okay?" I asked Ethan. He still seemed a little down."Yeah," he replied a little regretfully. He had his hands in his pocketsand had been staring at the ground for nearly the. “Milord, whenever you seek to bed me, you need only ask,” Maggie whispered seductively in my ear, “I’ll take satisfaction not only in your cock, but also in the knowledge that all Ernest gets in trade is some boy arse.”“That’s all he really deserves, being a fool, but I’m sure that he’ll find some wenches and whores to bed as well, nor should you begrudge him that. Nor get jealous of me whenever I take my ladies or wenches here to bed as well. Do ye comprehend that?” I warned Maggie.Lady.