“I don’t believe you”, he said. Putting his right hand on my leg and caressing it gently. “I think you know exactly what kind of you boy… ...ou are.” He ran his fingers ever so slowly up my right thigh. I stopped struggling against him tilted my head back, closed my eyes and moaned softly. He rubbed his hands sensually all over my body. I lied back in his arms and submitted to his every whim. I turned my head and looked him in the eye and said, “I’ve been a very… very… naughty boy Santa”. Why don't you show her how to walk?" Kathryn then said, "Okay, Patrick. Now, Ricki, honey, walk like this!" She swayed her ass back and forth, the lock dangling from the bottom of her see through skirt, as she showed me how to walk, one foor literally in front of the other. I started to walk like her, and found I could do it. Master opened the trunk and took out a bag, then caught up with us. We got to the elevator in the covered garage, and went downstairs to street level. I took a deep. I had to shift on my bar stool, my clit piercing was rubbing through my underwear, against the material of my khaki pants before continuing my inventory of her. She brought the rest of the outfit together with a short satin like skirt, off black pantyhose, and high stiletto heels. I was rudely brought out of my imaginary mind fuck by my partner’s shrill whisper, “What the hell you looking at her for?” I quickly made the excuse, as if I had been looking at the clock located on the wall behind. Me and Birgit had agreed beforehand, that we are not going to do anything physical that night and tried to get a date for the next day. So we agreed with her we would go to a nudist beach, as Pamela also hadn’t gone there yet. The morning started like any other day, but we still felt a little different. After breakfast we went to a car rental and Birgit checked meanwhile if Pamela is still coming and where we would actually meet. We agreed we’re going to buy some drinks for the girls and pick.