Winona thought that to be a bit odd and raised her hand to ask questions about the unusual nature of the program. She heard Finch slap her riding crop...down hard against the side of the desk and before she could even voice a protest, the hard-featured older lady escorted her to the side room for interviews and discussions."Do not even think to open your mouth, #6. This is a Saddle club and we have strict rules. One of the rules is that young ladies do not, I repeat; do not question instructions. “You’re nuts. Mrs. Claus is in complete control. The only reason Santa flies around in the sleigh is because Mrs. Claus needs sleep after working the entire year for this one night. She makes him do it and he probably whines the whole time.” I counter. Then in my best mock whining voice I continue “It’s coooold, it’s snowinggg, where’s the hot chocolate, my coat is too tight, I need a naaap! Seriously? The reindeer do all the real work.” “Maybe, but when’s the last time you had 200 kids sit. We started with some small talk like how long have I been dressing? When did I first want to try dressing? How it made me feel? And so on. Of course she gave her answers in return. But it wasn’t long before we just started to want to touch each other. It was so comfortable being intimate with her because we both were dressed and we both were comfortable with each other, plus having similar interests in mind on where this small talk would ultimately lead to. She tried on various sexy outfits and. We were in the store getting supplies when three men came in and looked at us. From the looks of them and their stares at us, I got the feeling that this afternoon was not going to be all rest.We paid for the supplies but at Kathy’s insistence left them with the store owner to pick up later. It was a lesson about being prepared. You didn’t want anything in your hands but your sword if it came to that. We had left the store and were on our way back to the inn when it came to that. Now there were.