”“Um… shit. When do you need to know? I can’t think of anything amazing just yet.”“You have one hour to decide.”“You know, I thought S...nta would have been a little more… I don’t know. Jovial? You’re kinda salty.”“I do that for the kids. The adults? You just get regular old me. I’ll be back in an hour.”And just as suddenly as he arrived in my car, Santa vanished. The time I spent with him was real, just over five minutes as he explained the wish-thing to me. His offer seemed unreal, though. What. Sherlock Holmes would have been proud of us!At that point, we were out of ideas and started brainstorming. Rachel suggested that the root of the problem might be that I was moving in on somebody else's territory. Just as some animals are very territorial, so are many politicians. Maybe somebody was pissed off at me for moving in on his political territory, and he was making an irrational try to push me away.That could certainly describe some of the Old Guard. They would not take lightly to the. I can feel your erection underneath me and I naturally start to move against you rubbing myself on your bulging crotch. I'm writhing against you, wanting you in me as well as under me. I can see and feel that you want that too, your pushes up matching my presses down. I must have you inside me, now!I lift myself up a little so that I can unfasten your trousers, which are already slightly damp from my wet pussy grinding against you. As I slide my hand inside to feel your hard cock, you sit up,. I hope you’ll be at this event as well.” The brunette stands abruptly, pulling her dress top back up over her cum covered tits, “My pleasure, and yes sir, I am part of Bacchus.” Without any further words, she walks to the door, and simply leaves. Leaving Victor’s mind in a whirlwind of unanswered questions. Reaching his phone, he quickly sends a few text messages cancelling plans that he had for the evening. Instead of heading for the casino floor, he heads to the shower and a nap before.