“Why Late today?” I asked. “There was no water today, so I had to come without taking bath.” She prepared tea for me and for herself. She also...sat beside me as usual. “Sahib can I take bath today here?” I said, “go ” .She was sweating as usual. “Its very humid today?” “hu” I said. “But have you brought your clothes” I asked. “Yes” and she showed me the polythene bag she had brought. She went in the adjoining room removed her sari and went in the room in petticoat and blouse. I saw her back when. While she made love to me she leaned down and we kissed deeply, my hands went to her breasts and I squeezed each one before I ran my thumb and forefinger over her nipples and slightly pinched them.We broke our kiss and she raised back up into a more prone position while my hand left her luscious boobs and ran down to the top of her hips and I held on as her back arched inward. She raised up higher and pulled herself off to the tip of my cock before plunging back down onto me as she sped up her. I get to the party and there are 10 or 12 guys there all various ages, races, and body types. I only have on the suit and the hat nothing underneath. I am mingling and talking. The host asked me not to reveal my real name but only answer to Santa or Kris Kringle. At one point one of the guys tells me that I am a great Santa and they would like to get some pictures with me.We set up an oversized stuffed chair and I sit down. One of the guys loosens my sash and opens the front of the suit up. He smiled briefly at his two companions, companions that would not be following him. Olaf smiled back, but it was a worried smile. Morris did not. Olaf had been Val’s mentor the past three years, and his friend. He was a tall man, lanky, well-proportioned. His hair was bleached blond from long exposure to the harsh sun, and his skin a burnished copper. He locked eyes with Val, and it was obvious that he was studying his student. He knew that Val was ready for almost any journey he could have.