Hearing this Christine pulled her head back leaving just his cock head in her mouth as he started to cum. She swallowed most of his large load allowin... some to dribble out of her mouth and down her chin. She didn't stop sucking, making sure Santa stayed hard for her."I hope that wasn't my whole gift Santa or should I call you Father Christmas?" Her eyes sparkled with desire as she revealed in knowledge that all her kinky secrets were already known."Why stop at Father Christmas, why not just. She will. Once we arrive at our destination, she will find out exactly where she stands." I added this last bit grimly.Jan said, "As long as I please you, Master, I am happy." You do."After about ten minutes, we arrived at a large house with three smaller houses that were part of the property. Jordy led us to one of those and opened the door saying, "Welcome to the guest house of Calver, father of Calveen." Thank you, Jordy. How shall I know it is time for supper?" I will send a house servant. I had been riding for four days, and I was well out onto the empty plains of Kansas when I ran into my first Indian trouble.I was riding along minding my own business when I heard some gunshots and some weird yelling. I looked around and didn't see anything that could account for the noise, so I sped up to a fast lope, because it sounded like the noise was ahead of me.I topped a small rise and saw the source of the trouble. Three wagons were bunched up and a band of 19 Indians was riding around. I changed into a long-sleeved tee and comfortable yoga pants and returned to the living room. Nick was at his drafting table, his pencil moving rapidly. He stacked the papers neatly and got up when he saw me. He was wearing nothing but boxers. I stopped short, my eyes wide. He smirked as he sat on the couch and held his arms out to me, circling them around my waist once I was in front of him. ‘I thought we could watch a movie,’ he told me. ‘But you are overdressed,’ he added sternly, slipping.