For the next month every Tuesday and Wednesday I would randomly select a guy to coax them into a cubicle, only the odd one would reject me. Then one d...y as I was blowing a random he was groaning and moaning real loud, I heard someone enter the toilets but I just kept on sucking. Then from the next cubicle there was a flash of light. One of the girls who I did not like had taken a picture of me. Gotcha you, bitch she yelled out and left. I stopped and quickly dressed, then after apologising to. 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 against my thigh. "Santa," I said, "Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" I reached down and freed Santa's erection from his trousers, marveling at the shiny red bell-shaped head that glowed like Rudolph's nose. I slipped to the floor, caressing his magnificent staff and licking. The lady nimbly ran up to Veronica and smilingly took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to her, bowing gravely and with extreme politeness. She rejoined her husband and both departed, leaving Veronica as the sole remaining passenger.Before she herself had to disembark she opened the envelope and took out the enclosure. It read simply, "Remove your remaining shoe and carry it to Conti's café in Borough High Street. You will order a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich and await further. The Century Club, on the other hand, is a society that recognizes, revels in and, in a secret way, realizes our fantasies. Our mask is to the world, not to ourselves. We are free to be our dreams." We have reason to believe," said Julie, " that you too are chaffing in the chains of conformity, that you hide what you dare not admit, that this repressed secret is eating away at you and you long to be free and to safely share your innermost secret desires with other girls who won't judge or.