He wondered if he should continue but the question was answered by a tightening of Valerie's fingers in his hair. His tongue snaked forward again into...her soft, warm, liquid depths as he heard a distinct female murmur followed by the sound of heavy male breathing. God, it was another couple and they were going to fuck right next to them. They must have either drunk a lot, or been so fired up with each other that they couldn't hear not to have noticed him and Valerie in the same room."Ooooo,. I mean ... Look, I’ll just say it, but please let me finish before you make a decision. Okay?”Squeezing his hand, she stared into his face. “Mike, you’re beginning to worry me.”“Oh, it doesn’t affect us, but you see, this Jeff person, the one who risked his own life to save Carlson and is getting me the job, well ... he has a ... number of wives, about, fifteen of them, I think.”Marie just stared at him with a bit of a grin on her face as if she didn’t quite understand the joke. “You’re. Her hands quickly moved to cover as much of herself as possible."Now, wasn't that nice?" Santa asked, smiling."P-Please leave me alone. Don't hurt me. Please." Did that hurt?" N-No, b-b-but--" Virginia, I'm here to give you a present ... a Christmas present. A very special one. Now please open up your pajama top."Virginia's hands clutched her chest. "NO! NO! NO!"Santa turned towards the doorway and softly said, "Elves, please come in."Virginia's eyes widened as a column of little people entered. It was so final the way he said it. I paused and held the head of my son’s dick head in my mouth like a lollipop that I could not get to the center of. He slapped my face and told me to look at him and not stop until he asked a question.I had hoped he would call me Cherry or Strawberry or Honey or something sweet and sexy. I would have settled for Delilah or Savannah or a traditional stripper name.Harley? Davidson? That was so completely a joke. I didn’t even like motorcycles and had never been.