As I turned and faced her she was standing there with the towel wrapped round her and with another towel drying off her hair. I straight away noticed ...er glance down at my lower area but not say anything. To be honest it would be hard to miss it standing there in tight white boxers and the outline of my cock on show. I knew things like this would never bother her, she would never have a go or tell me to put clothes on or anything, it was just this time it was more exciting as they were white. The school's biggest concern among the younger kids: would Santa show up sky-clad?The parents had a similar concern. Who would they get to play Santa this year? And how would they disguise Santa?Old Mr. William Beardsley was an inspired choice to play Santa. A naturist of many years' standing, he was also known for being a tad corpulent, and for having the requisite white beard. He also knew a petting zoo owner who happened to have some reindeer, and made arrangements for delivery of one for. “Judging by how quick you’re moving to get my cock out, I guess Richard wasn’t at his best today either?” I asked mockingly. She huffed, reaching into my jeans and grabbing hold of my cock, giving it a couple strokes before pulling it out. “He’s still not as dirty as I want.” Her eyes were locked on my shaft as she continued, slowly stroking it up and down as I carefully drove us both home. “I told him I want him to be rougher with me, but he’s doesn’t have it in him.” She licked her lips.. Rise above it, and - above all - make your mistress proud of you!"Okay, count to ten and then just do it!"That worked for Prissy. To her it was just like walking into the commonroom with her bare red bottom after that horrible day. "What was that,"she thought, "only last Wednesday? My, how time flies!"By the time Miss Tellit had backed up and was ready to leave to smallparking lot, Prissy had composed herself. She waved and smiled to theassembled mass - now standing at about twenty strong. Much.