What is the dress code in your pod?"Gail entered the room and approached them. The Prince turned to her, acknowledging her presence. "Your Highness. M...y I offer you some refreshment?" Hello, Gail," the Prince responded. "It's nice to see you again - all of you." Gail blushed furiously. "We were just discussing dress codes. No, thank you, to the refreshments." Don't be nasty, brother," chided Elizabeth. "Gail is the least comfortable of us in the nude. Now, in performance of her duty, she must. It had been enough fun giving her hell as the season progressed, watching the panic build. If she couldn't or didn't want to follow through, I decided to let it slide.Fine. You win. When do you want me to pay off? I HATE THE RAIDERS AND I HOPE THEY NEVER WIN ANOTHER GAME... EVER!I thought that last part was a little harsh but understandable given how much they had cost her. We arranged for her to come over Saturday afternoon. To tell the truth, up till that point, I really didn't believe it. I slouched forward in the chair and imagined being up there among the myriad points. Not bright, not with the light pollution thrown out by the condos, but clear enough to see. An airliner traversed the sky left to right, and another car went by in the lot below, unseen. I closed my eyes, inhaled, and exhaled smoke. I must have drifted off again, because...I was inside, in the hallway to the kitchen. The back of my dress had mysteriously unzipped and was moving freely on my shoulders and. " DJ Beverly caught her breath at the visual that jumped into her head. She had seen his pictures, with his dark brown eyes, soft gray beard and sexy hairy chest. His picture from the webcam showed a thick semi-erect cock with all the hair neatly trimmed from the base and heavy balls. She remembered thinking how naughty it would be to seduce Santa and to take that cock into her hands and lick the head till the pre-cum began to flow. The soft white hair of his chest would contrast nicely with.