With hismemories and self-image being so traumatically affected he shuddered toimagine a worst case scenario where he actually forgot that he wasn'tBu...t!He imagined Lady Ann coming back but him too far gone to even recognizehimself in her. He imagined tipping his hat and running obsequiouslyround to do her bidding, no longer with any idea that their roles shouldbe reversed.He shuddered and knocked back a few swigs of his beer.Truth be told, he didn't think it would ever come to that. But it was. She seemed a little crestfallen at this, but it got me thinking. Being able to spend twenty-four hours a day with her just romping around having sex when and as often as we wanted, appealed to me enormously. A possibility sprang to mind.I told Lena about a holiday home near the south coast that my sister owned, and that I was free to use it whenever she and her family were not. I'd been there several times, it was a small but comfortable three bedroomed cottage in beautifully scenic countryside. The duties done, the night still young, it was time for some more adult fun. ad, from the look on Santa’s face as he removed his beard, my buns would be featured prominently in his present to me. There was my Santa still sitting down decked out in a suit of red with a large black belt and a red with white fur trimmed cap. He settled into an armless large white wooden chair, brushed off his red clad lap and tapped it for me to come forward. I nodded my refusal and turned to retreat. But, Santa. As the man fucked him harder, Anton panted and moaned “Fuck, yeah, fuck me,” over and over.The man fucked Anton for a few minutes then held on tight to his hips, fucking in harder and faster while grunting loudly. The boy moaned and his head went back and he held perfectly still when the man stopped moving while balls deep in his ass, then groaned loudly as his dick pulsed hot cum into the boy's ass. The man pulled out and spread Anton's ass cheeks to show the audience the cum now dripping.