I waited for his response.He kissed me. I was moaning and grinding against him right from the start, just caught up in lust and need and so fucking tu...ned on because I was close enough to smell him and I love the smell of men...and I had thought about him for weeks now, wanting him...He was a little surprised by my reaction, I think, and gave a low whistle and said, "you really need to be fucked and I'm gonna give it to you..." I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted to taste him and feel him down. She tensed as her mind was clearly racing to discover what she had done wrong. Not a second earlier she was in total bliss and now she was confused. I had her off balance again and I loved it.It took only a few seconds before the light of recognition replaced that worried look. Her brain was clearly out of sync with her mouth as her lips worked to get something out without success. I think she was just so completely stunned by what her thoughts revealed to her that she was unable to find any. There was my loving wife, Rachyl, cloaked within a glowing aura, her cheeks slightly pinkened from the sleigh ride. Shaking my head, memories came cascading back to me. There she was, vigorously enjoying herself on Santa's lap.Her beaming face told me all I needed to know."Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!" exclaimed Santa, as he was stepping down. Walking around the glowing sleigh, Santa reached up to hoist Rachyl down from the parapet."Now, my dear, remember. No sweets until later," Santa voiced."Of. .. and thank you, Master. This slave did not want to be under Clara's control without you there." Good. But ... understand that once I arrive, I may give Clara permission to play with you again, and you will have no choice since you will be submitting to me, and not her." Yes, Master. This slave understands that you may order her to submit." All right then, I think we're about ready. Do you have any questions about the mission?" Yes, Master. What items will I be buying?" Ah, yes. I have.